A wretched feeling
The color blue
A distant thought of me and you

Avoid my bed
Skip some meals
I do it all to stop the feels

I'm not feeling like myself
I'm not dealing with it well

I play a role
I play a game
With thoughts of dying, guilt, and shame

A funny joke
To cope with grief
Deliver it with irony

I'm not feeling like myself
I'm not dealing with it well
I'm not feeling like myself
I'm not dealing with it well
(Dealing with it well)

All the things I used to love
Don’t really feel the same
I try to talk to God
While I hope he’s listening
I don’t know how you do it
How you move on just like that
While I'm right here
Where you left me

I'm not feeling like myself
I'm not dealing with it well
I'm not feeling like myself
I'm not dealing with it well