And they took me to the doctors,
No matter how much I tried to stop them,
Strapped to a stretcher,
Driven off in a van,
You say they're gonna help,
But do you really think they can?
Because I know just what they'll say,
They'll say "Just let her do things her own way."
"Just let her cut, just let her cry."
"It's all attention seeking" They'll sigh.
But oh, my doctor.
Oh, dear sir.
You seem to have forgotten
That I'm simply not her.
And the scars?
They're on my ankles.
The tears already dried.
I ran away where no-one could see me,
And it's there I sat and cried.
What's that, dear doctor?
What's that, dear sir?
Now you conclude that I'm crazy?
...Yes, well I concur.
Now that you've shown me the ink blots,
And looked into my brain, you see,
I'm not a fake:
"Oh dear, she wasn't attention seeking."
"Oh dear, we've made a mistake."
And you who took me there..
Are you still trying to prove me wrong?
Are you still trying to prove me the hypochondriac?
Do you really hear the message in this song?
That's right, my loves.
That's right, my dears.
This song?
Especially for you.
Now do you believe the tears?
But give it a week..
No, I'll give you more credit than that.
Give it a month or two.
You'll be carting me back off there.
Telling me my suffering isn't true.
And I know I know just what they'll say,
They'll say "Just let her do things her own way."
"Just let her cut, just let her cry."
"It's all attention seeking" They'll sigh.
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