Im gonna be real, Im not feeling great right now but I guess thats a good thing, cos honestly I genuinely thought Id be dead by now so the fact that Im feeling, even though its deceiving is something of a headline right now Im not broken for art Im just bleeding in rhythm just smile for the flash while Im dying in prison force the laugh so loud that they never hear the screaming Im still here still hurt barely breathing Im not broken for art Im just tired of hiding it writing my wounds till the notes starts crying it when I write that Im fine I just cant believe it Im still here still hurt barely breathing in see, I try I dont cry, I corrode in the quiet keep a smile like Im fine till the wiring ignites all the “you alrights” feels like a knife in disguise so I lie through my teeth just to fight back the bite Im tired of being strong for a crowd that aint watching bored of making jokes as the bottom keeps dropping sick of saying “soon” like the pain has a offer but Im decaying from the inside, alive and rotten I learned to turn hurt into words and magic wrap panic in smoke rap to call it a habit laugh at my damage like, “mate, your being dramatic,” yeah, that helps, nice one so from now on Ill collapse it where nobody can track it ..... I dont want pity, I want fucking proof Im existing just one person to tell me what the fuck I am missing why am I twisted, why am I different, why am I wishing Id be dead in a minute Im not breaking for the sake of art, Im just sick of making it a game of ignorance do the scars look better when the bleeding is innocent Im not broken for art Im just bleeding in rhythm just smile for the flash while Im dying in prison force the laugh so loud that they never hear the screaming Im still here still hurt barely breathing Im not broken for art Im just tired of hiding it writing my wounds till the notes starts crying it when I write that Im fine I just cant believe it Im still here still hurt barely breathing in .... Im not broken for art Im just bleeding in rhythm just smile for the flash while Im dying in prison force the laugh so loud that they never hear the screaming Im still here still hurt barely breathing © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
