Paroles It’s Getting Bad Again par Ethan Jewell

I think I understood it was getting bad again when I started to do everything sitting down

And I think I understood it was getting bad again when a smile Became more difficult to produce than a frown
When the room didn't light up whenever I was around
And when the tears came silently
Not creating any sound

And I think I knew it was getting bad again
When my own internal clock stopped ticking
When the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
When a laugh with my friends costs much more than a dime
It was more likе an act that I put on
With a grinning mouth that isn’t even mine

And I think I knеw things were getting bad again
When my bed went from being a resting place to being a tomb
When I couldn't look any of my friends in the face
And when I started to assume
That I wasn't wanted or needed
When my head felt haunted and I pleaded

And I think I knew it was getting bad again
When my pen felt too heavy to pick up and write
When the same damn haunted dreams
Played in my head throughout the entire night
So I rip out my hair
In hopes that I’ll be able to see clearly
In hopes that those I love dearly will notice

That the empty patches on my head express it to you
Or should I keep silent
And internalize what I'm going through?
Or should I continue to release my empty screams into nothingness With tears flooding down my face?
Tell me
If I'm so important to you
Then why am I so easily replaced?

*Deep breath followed by silence*

I think I knew it was getting bad again
When the fog came back
The crows flew away
And the darkness started to attack
When a simple conversation became exhausting
And I avoided all human contact
And when I began to wonder
If I'll ever get my permanent smile back

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