Here I go again,
All the feelings that hide within.
They all just want to come out,
I feel like I need to shout.
The mistakes I've done,
Were done to have something overcome.
Depression. It's hard to be home alone,
It's not the same in person and talking on the phone.
I'm tired of not being able to react with someone,
I need someone to be here so I'm not alone.
I know where I belong,
And I know that I've done wrong.
It just hurts when no ones there for you,
When you need someone to talk to.
I miss someone being there,
When I got all this stress flowing through my hair.
What else hurts?
I don't have any money in my purse.
No more new clothes, shoes, or games,
They've all been taken away.
All I need is someone to be there when I yell,
So they can come straight to my help.