Suffering from mental illness to the point where you struggle to function, struggle to do what society expects or wants from you; is hard. It can be difficult for other people to understand your limitations when they can’t see what goes on in your head- and it can be hard to aknowledge it for yourself when you can’t always pinpoint why you struggle the way you do. There’s still a lot of taboos surrounding mental illness. It’s still easy for someone battling it, to feel shame and self-hatred. I know I do at times. But practically no one wants to be sick, and that goes for mental illness as well. Most of us dream about just being able to function like the majority does. And it’s soul-crushing to face defeat after defeat, when chasing «doing what ‘everyone’ else is capable of doing». You look at the people you admire, and wonder what it is they have, that you are not able to figure out for yourself. I have this super-human of a mother, and I don’t know how I’m gonna be just a fraction of everything she is. She raised 3 resourceful, resilient children- and then there’s me- the completely useless piece of shit. This song is about being that piece of shit, I guess. Or feeling like a piece of shit- because I know somewhere deep inside there’s resources and potential that I haven’t yet been able to tap into. I am on a journey trying to get there- but this song is about the difficult feelings I have at times, when that journey seem to be at a dead-end. But remember: At dead-ends, we just start over again 👊🏼
How does it feel to be you
And do all the things that you do
You check off on the list
You get it, if you wish
I’m not saying you don’t work hard, I know bloody well that you do
And none of what you have, was just handed down to you
And more than anything, that is why I wish I could be like you
And do all the things
That you are able to do
I’m just here, sabotaging myself
I’m just sittin’ down here, at the bottom shelf
I’m just stuck inside my head
Nah, I’m not mad that for a second there
You believed I was already dead
I think so too at times, to be honest
How does it feel to be you
Is there anything you can’t push through
And do you loathe me like I do
For not being able to function
like you do..?
’Scuse me while I question myself and fall apart
Stick my fingers together from trying to glue back together the pieces of my heart
Have you ever felt trapped inside your own body, like it was a prison cell?
And does the inside of your skull sometimes feel like hell..?
If so, I feel it too.. To be honest.
How does it feel to be you?
I’m just wondering what you do
If there’s a blueprint I could copy
So I could stop being.. Well, me
How does it feel to be you
Oh, how does it feel to be you
Just slip into your shoe
And make something, anything come true..
I’m fading away
I’m fading..
How does it feel to be you..?
You can’t see me, can you..?
Just like I can’t do the things that you do
I can’t do the things you can do
and if you hate me for it, please know
I hate myself for it too
You say «that’s not gonna help», and you’re right
You say «that’s not gonna help» and you’re right
And then you tell me I’m a fighter
»So get back on your feet and fight!»
I hear you mama, hear you mama
I know that you are right
You’re right!
My mama said, mama said
We are figthers, and she’s right
My mama said, mama said
We are fighters, now say it to yourself in your head..
We are fighters, and that’s damn right
So come on, come on now
Let us keep going, let’s fight
Dedicated to the strongest woman I know ❤️ May I some day be half as tough as you, and I’ll be satisfied.
