Yeah.

Listen close.

Save the speeches.

Keep that... cheap talk to yourself.

You walk in, put your heavy hand on my shoulder

You see the wreckage here, but you don't feel the colder

Side of the room, you quote that line you read online

"A problem shared is halved" – yeah, that sounds divine

But in the real world... your math doesn't calculate

You're a tourist in my hell, standing at the gate

Nodding your head, playing the wise man, the saint

Trying to fix a broken structure with a coat of paint

You say: "I know exactly how it feels" – stop the cap!

You watched a thunderstorm, I’m living on the map

Where the hurricane hits.

Your words are just concealer for your own face

You need a tragedy to validate your space

You build a monument on top of my debris

Just to feed your own ego, not to rescue me

Don't tell me that you get it, don't you dare pretend!

You haven't walked a mile, you haven't seen the end

You see the ashes fall, but you never felt the heat

It makes you feel heroic, while I accept defeat

One hundred percent pain, there is no division

Your comfort is a lie, just a selfish decision

You don't know me.

So quit the show.

If I broke it down, gave you the blueprints to my mind

You’d still be lost in translation, running blind

It’s a frequency your receiver can’t pick up

My trauma is a language where you’re strictly out of luck

You want a takeaway, a simple pill to swallow

So you can sleep at night and not feel quite so hollow

"I tried my best," you tell the mirror with a smile

Polishing your halo on my struggle for a while

You treat my depression like a charity case

Just to look a little better in the human race.

It’s cool that you don’t understand.

It’s fine. Just withdraw your hand.

But don't sell me lies.

Take your "shared sorrow" mathematics

Back to your world of plastic statics.

Don't tell me that you get it, don't you dare pretend!

You haven't walked a mile, you haven't seen the end

You see the ashes fall, but you never felt the heat

It makes you feel heroic, while I accept defeat

You’ll never know.

Just let me... sit.