Death Of Me

You know, the funny thing about being depressed is that
No one really cares, not because there's nothing to care about but
Because everyone's so damn concerned with their own bullshit
To notice if your eyes are red from crying or if there's food stuck in your teeth
And as sad as that sounds, I find it kinda comforting

Our dreams are dead, the internet
Killed conversation, personality, and friends
We're all depressed, and self-obsessed
Our lives are wasted on pornography and rent
Breathing just to die

I see a world where people
Hide behind machines
Don't forget to breathe
I need a heart that doesn't break and doesn't bleed

Happiness will be the death of me
Half the people you meet won't even remember your name
So stop overthinking
Be the person you always dreamed of
Dance naked

Cry in the middle of a supermarket at three in the morning
Tell them you love them
Stop caring so much
'Cause nobody gives a fuck

Artificial faces
Pixilated places
Life is automated
Everything's a lie
Breathing just to die

I see a world where people hide behind machines
Don't forget to breathe
I need a heart that doesn't break and doesn't bleed
Happiness will be the death of me
Happiness will be the death of me
(Breathing just to die)
Happiness will be the death of me