Like an anchor wrapped
Around your neck
Your definition of happiness is jaded
Finding joy becomes a fruitless task
Even pure love doesn't have the power
To untangle this web
I've found myself in
If I was looking in from afar
I'd find it easy to find the answer
But the theory dies if you get near
If you're the one in constant fear

I'm coping
I'm getting by
People ask me
That's what I tell 'em
They don't want to hear the truth
They don't have time to listen
And if I told them all of it
They aren't equipped
To deal with this
So I'll just pass it all aside
I'm coping, I'm getting by

People are talking but it's not going in
I'm present enough to drift through
Little things that made me smile
They still do for a little while
But when the little moment passes
I know the anchor will re-attach
People need to know
About physical harm
As long as that's covered
I'm told to find calm
Just how long has this feeling lasted
Well it's been years now
And the anchor has rusted

I'm coping
I'm getting by
People ask me
That's what I tell 'em
They don't want to hear the truth
They don't have time to listen
And if I told them all of it
They aren't equipped to deal with this
So I'll just pass it all aside
I'm coping, I'm getting by