Stuck by MADDIX

(Woman 1., calm, easy tone)
Hey… what happened this time?


(Woman 2., leaving 2 to 3 moments before answering)
I… I don’t know; I was just talking to my friends & then… I just felt… nothing.


(Woman 1., empathetic)
Is it happening again?

(Woman 2., almost breaking into tears)
Yeah… yeah, & I don’t know how to get out of my head.


I’m tired of always feelin’ this way every day
I’m tired of sayin’ I’ll change then stayin’ the same
For some fucking reason I don’t wanna move
When it’s between growth and comfort what do I choose?
I’ve been battlin’ myself my whole goddamn life
& at one point I couldn’t even look you in your eyes
& right now I feel like I’m my worst enemy
Why can’t I just shut off these thoughts and be friends with me
I don’t wanna wear my depression anymore
& some nights I lay on my bedroom floor
Thinkin’ to myself I just wanna be happy
And I don’t wanna lose, I, don’t wanna accept defeat
But some days I feel like I can’t keep my mind straight
& I don’t wanna be someone that I always hate
I wish that I could just start workin’ on myself
But I’m so stubborn that I don’t accept your help
Why does life have to be so mean when you’re seventeen?
Why does it feel like I won’t survive & get back on my feet?
I’ve got all this stress that’s built up these past years
& I know that I have to, but I don’t wanna face my fears

(Build up to chorus)

Stuck,
Stuck,

In my head…
Again.


Stuck,
Stuck,

Wanna be my friend…
Again.


I, I know I have potential and the possibility
To get through this, but it’s not as easy
As someone might think and I may be on the brink
Of getting out of my head but instead I lay in bed
& I hate that I get mad at them
I wanna change, but then again
It feels so impossible,
& so damn unstoppable,
And I just wanna be okay…

Be okay.

And I know I will someday.

But why can’t that someday be today?
I get in my own way
Over, and over, and over again.

When will I, when will I, ever win?

Don’t wanna grow up, but don’t wanna be young
I need some backup, but the words stick to my tongue
And I feel so comfortable in this pit of rusty nails
That every time I think of tryin’ I go off the rails
I keep repeatin’ this cycle again, and again
That when I think of being happy I tell myself “when?”
& I know that you just want me to work on myself
But everyday, for no reason, I put me through hell,

Stuck…
Stuck…

In my head again.


Stuck…
Stuck…

I wanna be myself again.