Dramatic

A song about calling someone dramatic but not knowing what they feel inside. [Intro] [Verse] They say I’m overreacting, every time my voice shakes they roll their eyes. [yeah] They don’t see the chain reaction in my head when a thought multiplies. [uh] Heart racing in the kitchen over one small word that my brain magnifies. [breathe] I’m calm outside, but inside it feels like sirens under cloudy skies. [sirens] Pacing circles in my bedroom, every shadow feels like it can judge my name. [walk] Every message that I answer, I rehearse it till it doesn’t sound the same. [wait] Codeine tucked in the drawer, like a quiet little storm that remembers my pain. [codeine] I don’t touch it, but I know that it’s there when my thoughts pour down like rain. [rain] Xanax in the cabinet, every label like a warning and a dare. [mmm] People say I’m too dramatic, they don’t know it’s just a battle to care. [truth] Fentanyl on the news, friends gone, they still joke like it’s light air. [gone] I’m holding on with white knuckles, but they only see a tone and a stare. [look] HOOK You call me dramatic, but you don’t see the static in my brain like this. [no] You don’t see the panic when I’m trying to manage every single twist. [hey] You just see reactions, never see the traction of the thoughts I miss. [yeah] I’m fighting in the background, holding in a breakdown that you all dismiss. [gone] [Verse] Breathing in the bathroom, staring at the floor till shaking leaves. [breathe] Every “are you okay?” hits harder when I feel like you never believe. [nah] I cancel plans at the last minute, then I sit there lonely with my sleeve. [alone] You say I love attention, but I’m hiding all the tension that you can’t perceive. [listen] I replay every sentence like a movie that my mind will never stop to trim. [loop] Tiny moments turn to mountains while my energy is hanging by a limb. [low] If I ever raise my volume, it’s because the room is flooding past the rim. [help] You were never there in silence when I had to choose to sink or swim. [swim] Codeine in a memory, Xanax in a drawer, Fentanyl in headlines all day. [news] I’m just trying to stay steady, keep my hands from reaching back that way. [hold] You don’t see quiet victories, nights I breathe instead of run away. [win] So don’t call me dramatic when you never stayed to see the price I pay [wait] HOOK You call me dramatic, but you don’t see the static in my brain like this. [no] You don’t see the panic when I’m trying to manage every single twist. [hey] You just see reactions, never see the traction of the thoughts I miss. [yeah] I’m fighting in the background, holding in a breakdown that you all dismiss. [gone]