ALONE - Witt Lowry, Whatever We Are

Yeah, his name is Tom, but his friends call him T

They go in the bed at three, he’s barely been gettin' sleep

Yeah, he has a family that he never gets to see

Spends his time on the poster, people he wants to be

He needs another dopamine hit, every like, every pic

Influencers out here influencin' him

Don’t realize that they’re not influencin' shit

But to buy some more products to make them more rich, motherfuckers

Tom wants attention

Don’t realize real life is worth more than his mentions

He’s stressin', works nine-to-five just to pay for his pensions

He questions his purpose, feels low, so he posts to suppress it

«Let the comments rain»

A bunch of people leavin' likes but don’t know his name

A bunch of people leavin' likes but don’t know his pain

The biggest battle that he fights is his own damn brain, fuck

His self-worth is tied to an app

Another day, another panic-attack

Another person on his pics remindin' him of everything that he lacks

He doesn’t cry, so instead he just laughs and says

I feel the push and the pull

Evil in my head won’t go

I’ve been here before

Think I need help, I know

'Cause I don’t feel myself no more

When I could never close these doors

And my head is so alone

Never felt this far from home

Yeah, her name is Susan, but her friends call her Sue

Got pregnant, had a baby last June and she should be over the moon

But lately she’s been feelin', it’s hard and harder to move

She struggles to do the things she used to love and I knew

But she’s supposed to be a mom, shit

Her feelings feel like they been thrown into a moshpit

And everyone keeps congratulating her like she just won a fuckin' Grammy

Since her granny passed away, she’s been an inch away from lost it

Went to bed nauseous, woke up feelin' nauseous

Can barely pay the bills or fill the fridge in her apartment

Went online for help, but all she found was people talk shit

Her baby has to grow up in a world so toxic, damn

Was havin' kids a mistake?

Heh

No one admits it, even if they relate

She hits a feeling that she’s better replaced

Been gettin' high and drinkin' wine just to get through a day

Just too much on a plate, doctors tell her just to take more pills

Tried one, she don’t like how it feels

Knows that people have it worse, but it doesn’t make her pain less real

Tells her friends, time will hopefully heal, 'cause

I feel the push and the pull

Evil in my head won’t go

I’ve been here before

Think I need help, I know

'Cause I don’t feel myself no more

When I could never close these doors

And my head is so alone

Never felt this far from home

Yeah, his name is Mark, a lot of people call him Witt

He started makin' music just to show 'em he can spit

Make a little money, buy his mom and dad a whip

Proved to everyone who doubted now that he could make it big

Motherfuckers, on the way, use his pain to paint the people his picture

The ones that want the most of, they never started off with ya

Somehow he has it gone off and lost himself into liquor

Or sold his soul for a playlist to play his shit, can you picture this?

Almost losing your sister, then you losing your dad

Then you losing your love or the love that you thought you had

Then you losing yourself writing «Losing You,"calling MAX

You’re blessed and you fuckin' know it, feel bad for just feelin' bad, but

He’s scared that everyone will use him

Every day is more a product and less and less of a human

Lately he’s been feelin' like Truman, would people care if they lose him?

They criticize, but can’t help playing him the music, I feel the-

I feel the push and the pull

Evil in my head won’t go

I’ve been here before

Think I need help, I know

'Cause I don’t feel myself no more

When I could never close these doors

And my head is so alone

Never felt this far from home

'Cause I don’t feel myself no more

When I could never close these doors

And my head is so alone

Never felt this far from home