Mental Health Game Justin Blake Song Writer Person
Chorus
I’m sitting here with a pad and pen; I’m dreaming
Thoughts of suicide go through my mind; Am I a demon
Letting go of all my happiness; I’m hurting
Wanting to start over all again; I’m reverting
And through it all I felt the same
Looping round and round this mental illness pick and choose game
Come on tell me that I’m insane
My thoughts are justified but I’m broken on the inside
Verse 1
Have you ever felt so depressed you couldn’t even get out of bed?
Like you were stuck by super glue, and there was nothing that you could do
Yet you tried so hard to fight it, like you had a good chance in hell
Too bad hell was so far away, you should have sent an email
To the monsters living inside your head, here’s a cheer to them
As they speak words of slander that put you in duress
You don’t know how to fix it, damn you’ve become a mess
You panic and act like someone else as if you’ve been possessed
And pill after pill, your stomach yeah they fill
As doctors try to diagnose you when they minds well til
The dirt around your coffin as that’s just how you feel
Cognitively you feel fine, it’s the stress that really kills
And diagnosis after diagnosis
9 out of 10 doctors have the wrong prognosis
As you try to find out who really knows this
You wish you had anxiety osmosis
Chorus
I’m sitting here with a pad and pen; I’m dreaming
Thoughts of suicide go through my mind; Am I a demon
Letting go of all my happiness; I’m hurting
Wanting to start over all again; I’m reverting
And through it all I felt the same
Looping round and round this mental illness pick and choose game
Come on tell me that I’m insane
My thoughts are justified but I’m broken on the inside
Verse 2
Yet you keep on pushing on, hoping someone won’t be wrong
Contradictions arise because pill 2 makes pill 1 nullified
So you stop taking your meds because the message is clear
You minds well just say fuck it all and open a beer
Self-medicating because you already know the answer
These doctors prescribe certain pills call them paycheck enhancers
To doubt is a lie, I’ve been prescribed Sequel so many times
I try to tell the doctors too stop looping but they just can’t read between the lines
I’m not psychotic, I’m just afraid
I’ve been around the board more than once and I’m tired of this mental health game
They say that I am bipolar, because I’m not manic
Claiming I go up and down like a roller coaster yet the doctors don’t know its mechanics
They give me Adderall, and then test me for ADHD
They say I don’t show signs of ADHD; “No shit doc that means the Adderall is working!”
I try to reason with them and they just ignore the logic
I get told “you’re not the doctor you don’t have ADHD so drop it”; I call that idiotic
Chorus
I’m sitting here with a pad and pen; I’m dreaming
Thoughts of suicide go through my mind; Am I a demon
Letting go of all my happiness; I’m hurting
Wanting to start over all again; I’m reverting
And through it all I felt the same
Looping round and round this mental illness pick and choose game
Come on tell me that I’m insane
My thoughts are justified but I’m broken on the inside
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