Nothing Is Wrong
Doctor, give me something to relieve this pain.
It's keeping me from keeping myself sane.
"There's nothing wrong with you".
"There's nothing I can do".
Well then, I guess I'll just keep it all inside.
Like everything is all alright and I've got nothing to hide.
Doctor, will you give me something to keep me clean?
Because I've overdosed and my confidence is starting to lean.
"There's nothing wrong with you".
"There's nothing that I will do".
Are you honestly that blind?
Is there no disease that you could find?
Would you even atleast try?
Because I swear, for you, this is the last time I will cry.
And the tears will not be clear, they'll be red.
And they'll never give you chance to take back what you said.
Doctor, you left me the only one here.
And you left me alone with only one thing to fear.
That these feelings are real.
And that my pain can never be a thing to heal.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2005
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