Seventeen, but I’m wearing so many masks Tired of pretending that I’ve got it all packed
I’m supposed to be the one who holds it together At least, that’s how I feel
But inside, I’m breaking down like stormy weather I try to stay quiet, but the noise won’t leave
I’m choking on the thoughts I can’t conceive I’m strong, but it’s not enough to make me whole
I’m lost, but I’m still trying to find my soul
I’ve got a hundred faces, but none of them fit A thousand voices, but none of them quit
I’m sorry for not being who you want to see But I’m just trying to survive what’s inside of me
Sorry, I’m not the perfect son you see jack is Sorry, I’m not the man you want me to be
Sorry, I’m not the hero you need tonight Sorry, I’m not strong enough to make it right
But I’m still here, still breathing through The broken parts that no one knew
And I just want someone to say It’s okay, Isaiah, you’re not alone today
I hold this house, but I’m falling apart I wear this weight like it’s carved in my heart
I clean up the mess, try to make things right But inside, it’s like I’m losing the fight
I’m sorry if I’m not who you think I should be But I can’t give you the version of me you people need
I’m drowning in all the things I never said Praying for the peace I’ve never found in my head
I’m breaking faster than I can explain Chasing silence just to dull the pain
That I don’t know how to explain Please help mom, dad, please
I’m sorry for the moments I disappear them in my head
We’re no exist But I’m sorry I’m not the perfect son, you see, Jack is
Sorry, I’m not the man you want me to be Sorry, I’m not the hero you need tonight
Sorry, I’m not strong enough to make it right But I’m still here, still breathing through
The broken parts that no one knew And I just want someone to say
It’s okay, Isaiah, you’re not alone today
I’m broken, just scattered inside Fighting my demons, trying to hide
I wish I could tell you what it’s like to feel That the weight I carry isn’t something I can heal
I wish when I find love again It don’t not break me like all American
I will never see the son I love Even though I don’t know him
Love always makes it worse I don’t know if next time I feel love
If I will trust it But I’m learning to stand
Even when I fall so far down I’m learning that it’s okay not to be it
I wish I had it every time I go in a store or public sea
Other people with a baby have a panic attack inside
And maybe one day you’ll see me whole Maybe one day I will see him
But for now I’m just trying to save my soul Getting ready for the moon
Sorry I’m not the perfect son you see like Jack Sorry I’m not the man you want me to be
Sorry I’m not the hero you need tonight Sorry I’m not strong enough to make it right
But I’m still here, still breathing through The broken parts that no one knew
And I just want someone to say It’s okay, Isaiah, you’re not alone today
Slave, if you’re out there feeling just like me
Know that it’s okay to not always be free
You’re not weak for showing the fight
And it’s okay to say I’m not alright
