That’s me trusting you

alternative metal, shoegaze, modern hard rock, experimental post-hardcore

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[Pre-Chorus]
This is not a weakness.
This is not a show.
This is someone saying
“I trust you with what I don’t let go.”

[Chorus]
When I tell you that I’m hurting, I’m not just complaining,
I’m handing you a piece of all the weight I’m carrying.
If I open up the darkness that I hide from everyone,
It means you are the place I run.
So don’t call it whining, don’t call it noise,
It took me hell to even find my voice.
When I talk about my problems, shaking, breaking, coming through,
That’s not me complaining.
That’s me trusting you.

[Verse 2]
She says “I don’t want to bother you, it’s really not that bad,”
Then tells you how the silence in her room is driving her mad.
She laughs in the middle just to soften the blow,
Tries to make a joke so you’ll never really know.
The world taught her “strong” means “never cry,”
“Don’t make it awkward, keep it light, stay dry.”
So if she lets the mask slip for a minute or two,
It means she’s holding out her heart and putting it in front of you.

[Pre-Chorus]
This is not attention.
This is not a test.
This is someone choosing
You to see their mess.

[Bridge]
We say “I’m fine” a thousand times a year,
We laugh it off so no one comes too near.
So if “I’m not okay” slips past my guard,
Don’t treat it like a burden or a greeting card.
You don’t have to fix me, don’t have to make it right,
Just stay for a minute in the middle of my night.
Sometimes the bravest thing that I can do
Is say my fears out loud to you.

[Breakdown]
I’m not weak.
I’m not small.
I am strong
For telling you at all.

[Outro]
So next time someone trembles and tells you what is true,
Remember: they’re not dumping.
They’re choosing you.

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[Verse 1] He sends a message in the middle of the night, Says “Sorry for the rant, I just don’t feel right.” Then he writes about the pressure, all the cracks in his day, And ends it with a sentence: “It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” You stare at the screen, don’t know what to say, You’ve learned to call this “drama” and just look away. But if he chose your number out of everyone he knew, There’s a reason that his storm is pouring out on you. [Pre-Chorus] This is not a weakness. This is not a show. This is someone saying “I trust you with what I don’t let go.” [Chorus] When I tell you that I’m hurting, I’m not just complaining, I’m handing you a piece of all the weight I’m carrying. If I open up the darkness that I hide from everyone, It means you are the place I run. So don’t call it whining, don’t call it noise, It took me hell to even find my voice. When I talk about my problems, shaking, breaking, coming through, That’s not me complaining. That’s me trusting you. [Verse 2] She says “I don’t want to bother you, it’s really not that bad,” Then tells you how the silence in her room is driving her mad. She laughs in the middle just to soften the blow, Tries to make a joke so you’ll never really know. The world taught her “strong” means “never cry,” “Don’t make it awkward, keep it light, stay dry.” So if she lets the mask slip for a minute or two, It means she’s holding out her heart and putting it in front of you. [Pre-Chorus] This is not attention. This is not a test. This is someone choosing You to see their mess. [Chorus] When I tell you that I’m hurting, I’m not just complaining, I’m handing you a piece of all the weight I’m carrying. If I open up the darkness that I hide from everyone, It means you are the place I run. So don’t call it whining, don’t call it noise, It took me hell to even find my voice. When I talk about my problems, shaking, breaking, coming through, That’s not me complaining. That’s me trusting you. [Bridge] We say “I’m fine” a thousand times a year, We laugh it off so no one comes too near. So if “I’m not okay” slips past my guard, Don’t treat it like a burden or a greeting card. You don’t have to fix me, don’t have to make it right, Just stay for a minute in the middle of my night. Sometimes the bravest thing that I can do Is say my fears out loud to you. [Breakdown] I’m not weak. I’m not small. I am strong For telling you at all. [Chorus] When I tell you that I’m hurting, I’m not just complaining, I’m handing you a piece of all the weight I’m carrying. If I open up the darkness that I hide from everyone, It means you are the place I run. So don’t call it whining, don’t call it noise, It took me hell to even find my voice. When I talk about my problems, shaking, breaking, coming through, That’s not me complaining. That’s me trusting you. [Outro] So next time someone trembles and tells you what is true, Remember: they’re not dumping. They’re choosing you.

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