I think I\'m good at healing
Until I face a question
That flings me back
And leaves me with a word
And that\'s alone
I think I\'m good with speaking till I\'m speaking and no one\'s listening
I hear whispers of the word \"alone\"
I think I\'m good at managing the pain
And ignoring the bad thoughts in my brain
Saying shitty things about me when I\'m trying to be happy
I don\'t think I am
I don\'t think I\'m good at anything anymore
I don\'t know if I ever was
I think if I open up that door, all I hear is screeching and tears.