isn't it hell

This is how the story goes We paint our faces and hide below We mask ourselves, put on a show No need to acknowledge the lump in our throats This is how the story goes But isn't it hell? To know you're not well? To know within yourself, that you're just a shell? Once, "you are." Now, "you were" You fell apart, shards in the dirt Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? This is how the song is sang Melancholy and dripped in pain The lyrics soft, the melody hangs In the air, I wipe my face This is how the song is sang But isn't it hell? To know you're not well? To know within yourself, that you're just a shell? Once, "you are." Now, "you were" You fell apart, shards in the dirt Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? What if you could rewrite that story The lines of which you once knew The characters that you clung to What if you could rewrite that song The melody that called you lost All the lyrics that you forgot This is how the story goes I've seen the light from down below I take off my mask, swear I'm okay No need to pretend for the rest of today This is how the song is sang But isn't it hell? To know you're not well? To know within yourself, that you're just a shell? Once, "you are." Now, "you were" You fell apart, shards in the dirt Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Oh, isn't it hell? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it hell?