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 [x3]
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
You are the writer of a novel of pain
Still no one understands
That you feel ashamed because
You keep it to yourself
Keep it to yourself [x3]
Keeping it to yourself