Hollow

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
 Let me sink to the bottom
 Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
 Inside I'm still hollow
 I know I'm not my thoughts
 But my thoughts don't know that yet
 Sometimes I try to sneak up
 On the voice inside my head
 I try to meditate, cause they told me it'll help
 But the last thing I need is more time alone inside myself
 I know I'm not unique, we all got broken brains
 Culture recently decided being crazy is okay
 And now we all can talk about it on our social feeds
 Having a rough day?
 Hashtag mental health awareness week
 I know that's progress
 We don't have to hide no more
 But it leaves me wondering why we ain't said this stuff before
 Like were we always all crazy and we all just kept quiet?
 Are we on the same page with what we're identifying?
 And if crazy's the new normal then it's not that crazy, is it?
 Cause the word by definition means it sits outside the system
 And how can we tell difference between sick and tryna' fit in?
 If everybody's crazy, then who's supposed to fix it?
 I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
 Let me sink to the bottom
 Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
 Inside I'm still hollow
 I don't wanna break down
 So where do I go?
 My screams sink to the bottom
 Top of my lungs, just an echo
 Inside I'm still hollow
 No one told me it could get this bad, this fast
 Guess we only hear about the struggle after its passed
 Getting easier to open up, share what we've lost
 Good to know I'm not alone
 But if I'm really being honest
 I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
 I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)
 I pray to god it's not normal
 Crying on the floor
 I don't wanna do this anymore
 I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
 Let me sink to the bottom
 Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
 Inside I'm still hollow
 I don't wanna break down
 So where do I go?
 My screams sink to the bottom
 Top of my lungs, just an echo
 Inside I'm still hollow
 I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
 I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)
 I pray to god it's not normal
 Crying on the floor
 I don't wanna do this anymore
 I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
 I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)
 I pray to god it's not normal
 Crying on the floor
 I don't wanna do this anymore
 I don't wanna break down
 But I'm feeling low
 I don't wanna break down
 But I'm feeling low
 I don't wanna break down
 But I'm feeling low
 I don't wanna break down
 I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
 Let me sink to the bottom
 Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
 Inside we're still hollow
 I don't wanna break down
 So where do I go?
 My screams sink to the bottom
 Top of my lungs, just an echo
 Inside I'm still hollow
 I know I'm not my thoughts
 But my thoughts don't know that yet
 Sometimes I try to sneak up
 On the voice inside my head
 I've tried to meditate, cause they tell me it'll help
 But the last thing I need is more time alone