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