Save my number,
Save my number.
Mate I can't even save myself.
The antidepressants
don't seem to be helping my mental health.
I can't even speak up for myself.
The doctor says a walk and fresh air
But I think there is more then that.
As I lay unable to sleep or get any rest.
My minds a mess.
My everything is stress.
The pills prescribed don't touch the sides.
I know there is so much more
Then feeling less.
Then the tight feeling in my chest.
Happy days can't be far away.
Because I need to rest.
Late nights steal my best.
And I can't fight the feeling of doom.
Trying to get out of bed,
But there is no reason to.
You made your bed,
Now you lay in it.
Sure it's near 3 you'll get up soon.
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