It’s like being let down all over again, don’t know who to call anymore,
They just want to sit around and push pens, Like they’re bored.
I don’t know who to turn to what number to call,
How do I trust you? I would rather trust the wall.
Back and forth the system of pinball,
Mental health system is the mentalist of all.

So I give up even talking about myself,
Because no one gives a **** unless its coming from their own mouth.
I call my dealer before you, if my mood turns sour.
Because I give up on you, just as you do to me, who has the power.
All your ******* is not wisdom; you want me to waste another hour.

I’d rather carve chunks out of myself and find a high tower.
My decision is simple, you’re not included in this,
So stop reading now, think about your own ****,
Right now I am contemplating abyss.
Disturb me now you will get my fist.

Mental mentalist do you want my list of ****,
Mums bipolar, I’m borderline, alcoholic with PTSD,
She’s an alcoholic; I replace that need with ****,
Stuck in a system, not getting the help I need.
Giving up on me must be a disease.

On my knees again, crawl to the depths,
No energy left to climb lifes steps,
Look back and it’s just crap and regret.
Memories you wanna remember replaced by the ones you wanna forget.