isn't it hell

This is how the story goes
We paint our faces and hide below
We mask ourselves, put on a show
No need to acknowledge the lump in our throats
This is how the story goes

But isn't it hell? To know you're not well?
To know within yourself, that you're just a shell?
Once, "you are." Now, "you were"
You fell apart, shards in the dirt

Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

This is how the song is sang
Melancholy and dripped in pain
The lyrics soft, the melody hangs
In the air, I wipe my face
This is how the song is sang

But isn't it hell? To know you're not well?
To know within yourself, that you're just a shell?
Once, "you are." Now, "you were"
You fell apart, shards in the dirt

Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

What if you could rewrite that story
The lines of which you once knew
The characters that you clung to
What if you could rewrite that song
The melody that called you lost
All the lyrics that you forgot

This is how the story goes
I've seen the light from down below
I take off my mask, swear I'm okay
No need to pretend for the rest of today
This is how the song is sang

But isn't it hell? To know you're not well?
To know within yourself, that you're just a shell?
Once, "you are." Now, "you were"
You fell apart, shards in the dirt

Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it hell?