My head is a place that you’ll never want to go,
My mind is something different that you’ll never want to know.
It’s not that I don’t understand, or can’t explain, I do.
It’s just something way too heavy and I can’t do that to you.
The foundations of my life are built and turns out they’re too weak,
Dumbbell after dumbbell has me falling to my feet.
Yes, this is metaphorical and physically I’m fine.
But the dumbbells are the mind monsters that are ruining my life.
And no you cannot fix me as that isn’t how it works,
Not a fairy-tale where you can kiss away the hurt.
There can only be one superman in this bedtime story,
Give me just a little time and that hero will be me.
No amount of pills and jabs can fix the way I feel,
Unless you can unscrew my head and beg my brain to heal.
Medicine can’t fix my mind believe now I’ve tried.
Every morning just the same, I say it worked, I lied.
Now my life is lived around when I’ll next have a phase,
And my emotional capability to get out of this maze.
My middle name is burden, but it could be ‘waste of air’.
I hope that you now understand that I’m not worth your care
And maybe one day in the future, I will be okay,
The battlefields inside my head all finally put at bay.
But until that day arrives my dear, I must bid you goodbye,
I refuse to see a mind go down and live a life like mine.
My mind is something different that you’ll never want to know.
It’s not that I don’t understand, or can’t explain, I do.
It’s just something way too heavy and I can’t do that to you.
The foundations of my life are built and turns out they’re too weak,
Dumbbell after dumbbell has me falling to my feet.
Yes, this is metaphorical and physically I’m fine.
But the dumbbells are the mind monsters that are ruining my life.
And no you cannot fix me as that isn’t how it works,
Not a fairy-tale where you can kiss away the hurt.
There can only be one superman in this bedtime story,
Give me just a little time and that hero will be me.
No amount of pills and jabs can fix the way I feel,
Unless you can unscrew my head and beg my brain to heal.
Medicine can’t fix my mind believe now I’ve tried.
Every morning just the same, I say it worked, I lied.
Now my life is lived around when I’ll next have a phase,
And my emotional capability to get out of this maze.
My middle name is burden, but it could be ‘waste of air’.
I hope that you now understand that I’m not worth your care
And maybe one day in the future, I will be okay,
The battlefields inside my head all finally put at bay.
But until that day arrives my dear, I must bid you goodbye,
I refuse to see a mind go down and live a life like mine.