Testo Cope

I find it easier to cope on paper.
It's the only way to make sure I get everything out.
& I don't write to please anyone.
I'm just trying to get this pressure building up off my chest,
'cause it's hard enough to breathe when I force my heart to beat
and it's hard enough to stand with the weight of the world in my hands.

I just like to be alone. I just like to be alone.

So don't take it personal when I push you away,
I'd just rather say, "I'm okay, I'm okay."
and pretend like I believe it.

So don't take it to heart if I'm a little harsh,
I'm just a little insensitive from holding this in for so long.

I just like to be alone.

The air's so cold here.
It's so hard to get this out.
I'm consumed by these thoughts that I've been holding in.
I'll soon die if I don't get this out.
'Cause it's hard enough to breathe
when I force my heart to beat.
'Cause it's hard enough to breathe
when I force my heart to beat.

I hate that I can snap like a rat-trap at the first sight of your hands reaching out to me.
I guess it's just the results of the faults that I've built over time and all my insecurities.
I hate the feeling I get when it builds up inside of me, clutching my lungs through my throat so I can't breathe.
I wish I could get rid of this pain in my throat when I say that I'm sorry, you know that it's not me.

I'm consumed by these thoughts that I've been holding in.
I'll soon die if I don't get this out.