It's stings, this pain of soft defeat. I couldn't pay the debt.
A simple awful moment that I wish I could forget.

I don't need no prescription, I don't need no Dr. Phil,
don't need a wannabe physician trying to cure my ills.

You can stifle your encouragement, don't need a kiss this time.
The fall was mine alone to take, I went and crossed the line.

There's really nothing I want from you in the here, now and today
but if you are insisting please think of me when you pray.