You need a friend today,
But it never happens after knowing your name
Before people say Good Day they ask how much you weigh,
Then they say your skin looks gray

You put a lock on yourself,
And try to throw the key so far away
From all the demons, so called specialist grown-ups,
Commenting between the cups of coffee,
Putting you in cuffs

You are the writer of a novel of pain,
Still no one understands
That you feel ashamed because - You keep it to yourself
Keeping it to yourself

You need a friend today,
But it never happens after knowing your name
They say you have a distorted view on yourself,
But how can the view be anything else but wrong,
Hearing the same old song

You put a lock on yourself, and try to throw the key so far away,
From all the demons and the grown ups, putting you in fucking cuffs