Tom: Cm
Cm Ab Eb G
[Verse 1]
Cm Ab
Some days feel like they are a-lost before getting out of bed
Eb G
A shame spiral that devolves into existential dread
Cm Ab
And then the guilt that follows at the weakness you possess
Eb G
To feel like this, to be like this, why am I such a mess
Cm Ab
A self-fulfilling prophecy that doesn’t have to be
Eb G
We don’t need to be victims of our biology
Cm Ab
When the walls feel like they’re closing in, when darkness blankets all
Eb Bb
You’re not alone, it’s not forever, there’s help that you can call
[Chorus]
Eb G Cm Bb Ab
There’s nothing wrong with feeling wrong
Bb Eb
You can be fixed if you are broken
Eb G Cm Bb Ab
Some of us need help becoming stro--o--ong
Ab Bb Eb
Because we’re short on serotonin
[Interlude]
Cm Ab Eb G
[Verse 2]
Cm Ab
Well the sickness in your brain, it’s a sickness all the same
Eb G
And if you're fixin' for a change, then you can fix the pain
Cm Ab
Mental health is paramount, but it’s not guaranteed
Eb G
Some of us must work harder for that which comes naturally
Cm Ab
But the toil of the ascent brings the beauty of the peak
Eb G
The poet and the author offer up their worst critiques
Cm Ab
I’m chemically unbalanced but I am not ashamed
Eb Bb
To admit I take a pill to calm down my mind’s hurricane
[Chorus]
Eb G Cm Bb Ab
There’s nothing wrong with feeling wrong
Bb Eb
You can be fixed if you are broken
Eb G Cm Bb Ab
Some of us need help becoming stro--o--ong
Ab Bb Eb
Because we’re short on serotonin
Ab Bb Cm
Because we’re short on serotonin
Ab Bb Eb
Because we’re short on serotonin
