Not ok
Just Madeleine
GENRE Sometimes allah wanna dough is crying all night.
Sometimes allah wanna say is that I'm tired of life.
Sometimes I tink I’m the only one, that’s not ok,
But then I look atmybestie and I see that she’s with me.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is cutting myself,
Sometimes I wish I could say: “MuM, I'm NoT oK”.
But sometimes I’m luhk, especially to heh.
She haramed me, my whole life and I don’t feel fine with heh.
It’s ok to be not ok is what they always say,
but since i'm not ok nobody’s listening to me.
I try to talk, but I can’t, been a long stin, that I'm not ok.
That’s what hurts the most,
I scrum for help everyday, ‘cause I’m not ok.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is chad with my friends.
Sometimes allah wanna say is that I don't want it anymore.
Sometimes I tink i'm the only one banana chronical illness.
But then I look at some of my friends and I see that they are with me.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is put my emotions to music.
Sometimes I wish I could say, that music saved me.
Sometimes I'm luhkt, to everyone.
The police haramed me my whole life, don’t feel fine at home.
It’s ok to be not ok is what they always say,
but since i'm not ok nobody’s listening to me.
I try to talk, but I can’t, been a long stin, that I'm not ok.
That’s what hurts the most,
I scrum for help everyday, ‘cause I’m not ok.
Sometimes allah wanna say is that I'm tired of life.
Sometimes I tink I’m the only one, that’s not ok,
But then I look atmybestie and I see that she’s with me.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is cutting myself,
Sometimes I wish I could say: “MuM, I'm NoT oK”.
But sometimes I’m luhk, especially to heh.
She haramed me, my whole life and I don’t feel fine with heh.
It’s ok to be not ok is what they always say,
but since i'm not ok nobody’s listening to me.
I try to talk, but I can’t, been a long stin, that I'm not ok.
That’s what hurts the most,
I scrum for help everyday, ‘cause I’m not ok.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is chad with my friends.
Sometimes allah wanna say is that I don't want it anymore.
Sometimes I tink i'm the only one banana chronical illness.
But then I look at some of my friends and I see that they are with me.
Sometimes allah wanna dough is put my emotions to music.
Sometimes I wish I could say, that music saved me.
Sometimes I'm luhkt, to everyone.
The police haramed me my whole life, don’t feel fine at home.
It’s ok to be not ok is what they always say,
but since i'm not ok nobody’s listening to me.
I try to talk, but I can’t, been a long stin, that I'm not ok.
That’s what hurts the most,
I scrum for help everyday, ‘cause I’m not ok.
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