I’ll be crying in my bedroom
I’ll be crying on my own
Cos when Im crying in my bedroom
No one needs to know
Maybe I’ll figure out my head soon
But till then I don’t have to say
Because crying in my bedroom is just a part of the day
When I should be sleeping
I just dive deep in
To problems I won’t work out
I’m like the girl underwater
When nobody’s caught her
Thinking she’s gonna drown
So I’ll be crying in my bedroom
My bedroom now
I’ve been talking to the ceiling
Cos its the only thing that knows
All of my secrets
And everything I keep close
I never talk about my feelings
No not with anybody else
Thats why I’m talking to the ceiling
Is it weird that it helps?
When I should be sleeping
I just dive deep in
To problems I won’t work out
I’m like the girl underwater
When nobody’s caught her
Thinking she’s gonna drown
So I’ll be crying in my bedroom
My bedroom now
I’m like the girl underwater
When nobody’s caught her
Thinking she’s gonna drown
So I’ll be crying in my bedroom
My bedroom now