Lyrics:-

Spewing rhetoric & rage onto a page that doesn't care,
If I've ever been right here or if I'm ever really there,
And I've been staring at the ceiling longer than I've been asleep,
And I've been faking every feeling that I've felt the last few weeks,
And I'm so sorry for that.

Like when I smile, I'm not smiling, I'm merely bending my lips,
For a girl that doesn't love me anymore the way she did.
But, it's not that I don't feel happy 'cause I'm not feeling at all.
I guess I'm getting good at acting like I do each time she calls.
And I can't get a hold...

Doctor, Please!
Just another week, I swear it's what I need to help me,
Stop & see just what I've become,
'Cause I'm not having fun,
I need to fight the urge to run home.

Listing every single blessing with so much room left to spare,
And my mum says "You've still got your health" but she isn't aware,
That I've been falling victim to a curse that's been making me ill,
And I've been fighting for my life with panic & prescription pills.
My brother tells me it's all in my head "just get a grip"...
Well, I've been hanging on the last few years and never let it slip.
So, as the sunlight hit my eyes I hid away to find the dark,
And as I laid alone in our old bed it's clear, I went to parts...

Doctor, Please!
Just another week, I swear it's what I need to help me,
Stop & see just what I've become,
'Cause I'm not having fun,
I need to fight the urge to run home.

'Cause I've spent too much time here like this,
So just give me something small...
Give me anything at all...

Four days, I paced the rooms just waiting for the week to end,
Ignoring calls from all my family, my job & even friends,
And on the Friday night I had to say "I haven't been myself",
And when I did, she turned to look at me and said that she could tell...

Doctor, Please!
I appreciate the help but nothing's changed & well, now I am
On my knees,
I don't mean to over-act,
But I don't think you understand.
And I don't want to end up back...
...alone.