I’ve got a secret for the mad And I’ll be honest It’s gonna hurt real bad I get that I won’t get it But just listen to me now You won’t regret it Every little stereotype Is gonna help you survive the night And we hope there’s a day where you can say you're okay And mean it But I Can’t promise you That that day will ever come And I Can’t promise you That it’ll ever make sense again All we can do right now is try Because it’s either that or die And I get that they won’t get it Just power through You won’t regret it You’re at the bottom This is it No one really knows If you can be fixed And you think that I don’t get it But anxiety lead me here I do regret it Every little stereotype Is gonna help you survive the night And we don’t know if there’s a day where you can say you’re okay And mean it I can’t promise you That you’ll ever banish that flame And I Can’t promise you That you’ll ever be the same I can’t promise you That you’ll ever banish that flame And I Can’t promise you That you’ll ever be the same
I took one of my favorite dodie clark songs (secret for the mad) and put a more hopeless twist on it