Intro:                       Verse 1: Wasn’t raised religious But I wish that I was Having nothing to believe in It’s been killing my ?buzz Pre-Chorus Yeah I comb my hair close the blinds Play Hallelujah like ?two dozen times And yesterday I tried to pray But I didn’t know what to say I’m too sad to cry too high to get up Don’t even try ’cause I’m scared to fuck up Don’t like to talk I just stay in my bed Don’t even try to go out with my friends Lied to my doctor she knew I was faking Gave me some pills but I’m too scared to take them I try and I try but I’m too sad to cry Verse 2: Can’t tell my mama It makes her worry I’m not suicidal   Sometimes the lines get all blurry Pre-Chorus Yeah I comb my hair close the blinds Play Hallelujah like two dozen times And yesterday I tried to pray But I didn’t know what to say I’m too sad to cry too high to get up Don’t even try ’cause I’m scared to fuck up Don’t like to talk I just stay in my bed Don’t even try to go out with my friends Lied to my doctor she knew I was faking Gave me some pills but I’m too scared to take them I try and I try but I’m too sad to cry (        ) (        ) (        ) (        ) I’m too sad to cry too high to get up Don’t even try ’cause I’m scared to fuck up Don’t like to talk I just stay in my bed Don’t even try to go out with my friends Lied to my doctor she knew I was faking Gave me some pills but I’m too scared to take them I try and I try but I’m too sad to cry

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque un profond sentiment de mélancolie et d'incertitude. L'artiste se confie sur son désespoir et son incapacité à trouver du réconfort, se sentant prisonnière de ses pensées sombres. Elle lutte avec des émotions complexes, cherchant à prier sans vraiment savoir comment formuler ses prières. Son quotidien est marqué par une solitude oppressive, où même une simple sortie avec des amis devient un défi qu'elle n'ose pas relever. Elle semble également naviguer entre la peur et l'incapacité de demander de l'aide, révélant un malaise qui va au-delà d'un simple état d'âme passager.