the bottle Lyrics

I have this bottle I love to fill

Until it's full and it starts to spill

It's full of my feelings

That i've been concealing

The bottle spills and it makes a mess

Revealing things that I can't process

I feel like a burden

And yet i'm the one hurting

Because I'm broken up into little pieces

I get torn down so that I feel stupid

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you i'm alright

Don't hit me up or pitty call me

Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies

There's no more bottle that I can fill

It's broken now and the truths been spilled

You've seen all my feelings

That i've been concealing

So I hide the mess with my magic lies

I tell you things like i'm good, i'm fine

And you go believing

That i'm finally healing

Because i'm broken up into little pieces

I'm so worn out and I feel so stupid

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you i'm alright

Don't hit me up or pity call me

Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies

I hate all of these lies i've told

And all this weight that i make myself hold

Because i'm broken up into little pieces

I'm so worn out and i feel so stupid

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you i'm alright

Don't hit me up or pity call me

Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me

Don't ask me if i'm fine

I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies