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Head pounding like a drum in the quiet room
Scrolling through the feed with a smile on my face Helping strangers
with their heavy days
But inside my chest there's a steady ache
Like thunder rolling in
from far away
Every like feels like a bandage on the wound
But the pain keeps coming back too soon
I'm a saint on the screen,
giving all I can But my head is splitting from the weight
of it all Heartbreak hiding behind every kind word Trying to heal
the world while my own world falls (ohhh)
Messages pouring in with their grateful thanks
While my own thoughts race in endless banks
Headache pounding like a warning bell
Telling me to stop but I can't tell I'm a saint on
the screen, giving all I can But my head is splitting from
the weight of it all Heartbreak hiding behind every kind word Trying
to heal the world while my own world falls (yeah)
What if I log off and just let it be
Would the saints still sing without me
Head still aches but the quiet feels right Maybe healing starts in
the dead of night
Saint on the screen fading into blue
Heart still heavy but the headache's through