I told you time and time again,
“depressed girls just don’t fit in.”
And every single day I live
I think of just ending it.
You told me time and time again,
“in my arms you fit right in.
Baby let me see you smile
I promise life is worth while.”
Then at night I am alone,
not in your arms; I am not home.
“Please come save me from myself;
I swear those pills are calling from my shelf.”
When at night you are alone
without me you don’t feel home.
You call me “please baby
I am here just talk to me.”
“The demons are screaming in my head
they keep asking why aren’t I dead.
Time and time and time again
I tell them I fit in.”
“That’s good love I’m proud of you.
What else did you do?
Come on hun talk to them.
Prove to them they cannot win.”
“Babe I told you time and time again
that they will forever win.
I told you I love you,
but myself I never do.”
“Love please don’t talk like this;
I promise we can fix this.
Babe I love you too.
Stay strong; I’ll help you.”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t.
I give in, no more chance.
I love you so much my dear,
the last words of my voice you’ll hear.”
“Baby please don’t go.
I need you; you are my home.
Baby please respond to me
or has you soul left me?”