Unwell
Matchbox Twenty Lyrics

All day staring at the ceiling
I've been stuck in this place for a long time, thinking and not doing much else.

Making friends with shadows on my wall
I've gotten so used to my surroundings and my own thoughts that they've become my only companions.

All night hearing voices telling me That I should get some sleep
Even when I try to rest, my thoughts keep me up all night, urging me to take care of myself.

Because tomorrow might be good for something
Despite my difficulties, I still hold on to the hope that tomorrow may bring something positive or meaningful.

Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why
I'm overwhelmed by my own emotions and can't make sense of why I feel this way.

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I'm struggling with my mental health, but that doesn't mean I should be dismissed or written off as 'crazy.'

I know right now you can't tell
My struggles may not be obvious or apparent to those around me.

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me
If someone takes the time to connect with me and understand my experiences, they may discover a deeper, more complex part of me.

I'm talking to myself in public Dodging glances on the train
My thoughts are so loud and persistent that I can't help but speak to myself, even in public spaces where that behavior may be seen as strange or alarming by others.

And I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me I can hear them whisper
I'm aware of how others perceive me, and it's unsettling and isolating to feel like I'm constantly being judged or gossiped about.

And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
The way that others react to me reinforces my self-doubt and makes me feel like there's something inherently flawed or undesirable about me.

Out of all the hours thinking Somehow I've lost my mind
My thoughts have consumed me to the point that I feel like I'm losing control of myself and my sanity.

I've been talking in my sleep Pretty soon they'll come to get me Yeah, they're taking me away
My fears of being seen as crazy or unstable feel like they're becoming a reality, and I'm afraid that I'll be institutionalized or punished for my struggles.

Hey, how I used to be How I used to be Well, I'm just a little unwell How I used to be How I used to be I'm just a little unwell
I remember a time when my mental health wasn't such a burden, and I hope that I can return to that state again in the future.