There's nothing wrong with you
You're going to say that?
After that day amongst paper
Of different colors and designs;
I told you the exact reasons why I go to a psych.
And yet you still have the balls to say that?
I'm sorry, I guess I should repeat myself;
It's clearly the only way to get my point across.
But that's okay; I'm used to no one listening.
I suffer from GAD
And a friend of his, EDNOS.
Though they think his girlfriend Mia may be involved
More so than he.
I should be taking a small white pill
But my fear of it keeps me from doing so
...You know, I look at you.
You who say you're probably depressed.
And I agree; you've a depressing personality.
But do you understand what it means?
Let me tell you my dear little friend.
Depressed: So sad, so upset
That all you can do to feel better
Is curl up on the floor and cry.
Cry; sob; rip your hair out
And just wait
Wait for what you ask?
For me, I wait.
I wait for two angels
A man and a woman
Because they're the only reason why
I still have faith in God
And these angels, they comfort
And tell me one day, we'll live together.
In beautiful peaceful harmony
So tempted am I
I beg them; plead with them;
"Take me now! I can't take it!"
Yet they always, always say
"Not yet love; you've work to do."
Foolish me; it gives me hope.
And keeps me from finding courage
To join them right there and then
Though some battle wounds are left
Though they're the kind that disappear.
...So tell me love;
Is there nothing wrong with me