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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam Sunday
Cam Sunday
Performer
Charles iii
Charles iii
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Earl Greenawalt
Cameron Earl Greenawalt
Songwriter
Charles iii
Charles iii
Songwriter
Cameron Broadhurst
Cameron Broadhurst
Arranger
Benjamin F. Thomas
Benjamin F. Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam Sunday
Cam Sunday
Producer
Benjamin F. Thomas
Benjamin F. Thomas
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Truth be told, I talk too much to myself, I can't help it When I'm alone in an empty room There's still too many voices that I'm trying to listen to And they all sound the same, with nothing good to say, it's true When I go out, I drink too much Just to feel the feelings I don't feel until I sober up When will I be the same, or will I keep on changing Cause everybody's dealing with their own problems And more than others some are better at hiding them And if you ask me if I'm alright, I'll lie, despite I have anxiety, I care too much what people think Instead of living my life I'm a puppet on strings My parents they're just worried that I'm losing my mind And time to time, they're probably right, cause I'm in college but my head's in the clouds I'm staying up too late just trying to figure it out But I don't, and I know, that I won't I force myself to carry on I'm afraid to say we all have demons Should I go and let you in Or would you feel the way I'm feeling Cause everybody's dealing with their own problems And more than others some are better at hiding them And if you ask me if I'm alright, I'll lie, despite I have anxiety, I care too much what people think Instead of living my life I'm a puppet on strings My parents they're just worried that I'm losing my mind And time to time, they're probably right, cause I'm in college but my head's in the clouds I'm staying up too late just trying to figure it out But I don't, and I know, that I won't I'm depressed, and in my head, I'm a mess Oh will this ever end Tell me when will this end I really hope this will end Cause I'm depressed, and in my head, I'm a mess Oh will this ever end, no Tell me, tell me, tell me When will this ever end I have anxiety, I care too much what people think Instead of living my life I'm a puppet on strings My parents they're just worried that I'm losing my mind And time to time, they're probably right, cause I'm in college but my head's in the clouds I'm staying up too late just trying to figure it out But I don't, and I know, that I won't
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