They say I'm gonna have to take this chance,

So that we can make my mind finally advance.


They say I should just be happier, no matter what,                                                

That I have no reason to want to cut.                                                                    

They say I can be so much better,

But then get mad when I try to write a happy letter.

                                                      They say I make up the sadness in my brain,

                      But I'm not sure they realize how much of my thoughts are pain.

They say I can make it another week,

But at this rate I can't even bring myself to speak.