the bottle

I have this bottle I love to fill Until it's full and it starts to spill It's full of my feelings That i've been concealing The bottle spills and it makes a mess Revealing things that I can't process I feel like a burden And yet i'm the one hurting Because I'm broken up into little pieces I get torn down so that I feel stupid Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you i'm alright Don't hit me up or pitty call me Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies There's no more bottle that I can fill It's broken now and the truths been spilled You've seen all my feelings That i've been concealing So I hide the mess with my magic lies I tell you things like i'm good, i'm fine And you go believing That i'm finally healing Because i'm broken up into little pieces I'm so worn out and I feel so stupid Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you i'm alright Don't hit me up or pity call me Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies I hate all of these lies i've told And all this weight that i make myself hold Because i'm broken up into little pieces I'm so worn out and i feel so stupid Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you i'm alright Don't hit me up or pity call me Don't tell me that you feel sorry for me Don't ask me if i'm fine I'll tell you one of my pretty white lies