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You all tell me to get help, I can do it on my own I've been there and back and history will show The is not the first time, I promise I’ll be fine They all try to help, I can do this on my own Try to find the cause, my stressor The annoy and pry, I fester There ain't a thing You can say to me No doctor, pastor or professor They're telling me to get help, I can do this on my own I really hate to brag, there's something you lack, I already know Tell me I need common sense, oh my family and my friends They're telling me to get help, I can do this on my own I ask myself, "who do you think you are?" "And how did you get this far?" "Your on the verge of losing your mind" "Put this off for to long" "On the edge of suicide" "Just have your self a nice cry" They told me to get help, I could do it on my own I picked up the slack and now I’m back, coming back home Is it some kinda disorder Am I bipolar Or am I just depressed? I'm my own doctor Get inside my mind Lesser men have tried I told myself to get help, I had no where else to go Beaten and sad, confused I've gone mad, I'm about to blow A massacre in my head, take six shots, go to bed Will I ever be okay? God I hope so
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Phrenic Overhaul
You all tell me to get help, I can do it on my own I've been there and back and history will show The is not the first time, I promise I’ll be fine They all try to help, I can do this on my own Try to find the cause, my stressor The annoy and pry, I fester There ain't a thing You can say to me No doctor, pastor or professor They're telling me to get help, I can do this on my own I really hate to brag, there's something you lack, I already know Tell me I need common sense, oh my family and my friends They're telling me to get help, I can do this on my own I ask myself, "who do you think you are?" "And how did you get this far?" "Your on the verge of losing your mind" "Put this off for to long" "On the edge of suicide" "Just have your self a nice cry" They told me to get help, I could do it on my own I picked up the slack and now I’m back, coming back home Is it some kinda disorder Am I bipolar Or am I just depressed? I'm my own doctor Get inside my mind Lesser men have tried I told myself to get help, I had no where else to go Beaten and sad, confused I've gone mad, I'm about to blow A massacre in my head, take six shots, go to bed Will I ever be okay? God I hope so
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Colombian
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
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