Denial, it's not just the name of a river,
It's reaching for a baguette from out of a quiver,
And insisting it's an arrow, placed on the bow,
This river will pull you down in its undertow.
Why would you do that to yourself?
It's time you thought about your mental health,
See the truth, and get some help, mate,
Wake the hell up and get your head off the plate.
We'd cope so much better if it wasn't for ourselves,
But instead, we hang about with those denial Elves.
