[Intro] Oh, woah, woah, oh Oh, woah, woah, oh Oh, woah, woah, oh Oh, woah, woah, oh [Chorus] Barely here, and barely there- My heart can barely bear all that it is that my ears have to hear! Don't tell me, don't tell me, That if I'm here, I'll be alright. That I'll be alright, I'll be alright. [Percussive Build] [Verse One] (Haha.) Excellent, finally a reason to fight the clock. I fear every reason I have not to look up, now I have a reason to be countin', a reason to not be scared. (I'm scared.) I'm capable of reason, but lately I've lost track. (Is that true?) Affirmative, and I've got a lot to unpack. (Tell me.) Well, it starts with an assessment of self-repair, how long does it take for a cut to hide the fact that I'm terminally ill? (It never will.) Chewing on my lips till they bleed and my teeth crack- get mentally assessed and then fear a deeper arrest. (Ah.) Nothing more than that deeper primal fear to be told that I'm misunderstood, that I'm not fully there! (You're not.) Empathy can rot. (Rot?) So tell me, so tell me. (What?) What's the definition of what it means to be me? Is it fair to think you understand me? Represent me, resent me? (Never.) And it's clear, you don't care, and I'm the crazy one here! [Chorus] Barely here, and barely there- My heart can barely bear all that it is that my ears have to hear! Don't tell me, don't tell me, That if I'm here, I'll be alright. That I'll be alright, I'll be alright. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. [Percussive Build] [Verse Two - Breakdown] Eccentric, it is, and it is what I am not. Too broken to make an argument that doesn't get stuck. Then I stutter- make it double. A double negative to say that I'm not-not supposed to be a client here. (Sorry.) Add a lisp that gives me further trouble. (Tsss...) Even though my record is here, it's not a Grammy- they're always out to grab me. (...) Now I'm not scared, even though I hide under my chair. It's paranoia, a panoramic view of what the future has near. (It's coming.) A mental enterprise where every single file's corrupt, I see the coming entropy before the system can erupt, And every simple pleasantry is suddenly abrupt. So tell me, so tell me. No, don't tell me, don't tell me. Rather, I just close my ears- I don't want you to come at all near. (It's coming.) It's clear, you don't care, and I'm the crazy one here! [Chorus] Barely here, and barely there- My heart can barely bear all that it is that my ears have to hear! Don't tell me, don't tell me, That if I'm here, I'll be alright. That I'll be alright, I'll be alright. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. [Percussive Breakdown] [Outro] Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. (Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.) Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. (Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.) [Created and Written by @thexfool with Suno AI]
