Feels like I'm in another universe
Asking questions ‘cause I'm feeling cursed
There's not a day when my throat doesn't burn
Why does this ache always seem to return?

I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized

But truth be told
I'm not alright
Truth be told
I'm not alright

Talk to myself away from watchful eyes
Ego black and blue as I fear demise
I'm not armed to the teeth anymore
Doesn't mean I'm one to ignore

I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized

But truth be told
I'm not alright
Truth be told
I'm not alright

I'll spit blood in this bitter flight
Unlike that summer when my hopes ran high
So when you ask if I'm doing okay
It shouldn't shock you when I say…

I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized

But truth be told
I'm not alright
Truth be told
I'm not alright