I can't believe I'm here again,
123 St. Lucifer street,
And I'm scribbling it down, with the same old pen,
Summer's bay, winter beach,
Is this the beginning of the end?
Postcode: SW1 8JP
I read the letter, before I send.
2004, November 15th.
Dear psychologist,
I'm sorry but I forgot your name, You know I'm like this, And there's no one else to blamE.
See I'm back at the start, Oh to be anywhere but here, I’m falling apart, And I need you to make things cleaR. I thought I’d made it through, I thought that I had moved on, But now I dunno what to do, It’s like the hole had never gonE.
See my happiness fades, It’s like the world fell away, Everything’s black and grey, And it’s something I can’t takE, At least not todaY.
There’s just too much in my head, I’m empty but I’m awake, And I just wanna get to beD. I know I won’t sleep, And I won’t try to even try, The pain’s just too deep, But I swore I wouldn’t crY.
See my happiness fades, It’s like the world fell away, Everything’s black and grey, And it’s something I can’t takE, At least not todaY.
Help me, Please just make me see some sense, Reach me, I’m sure I’m not so helplesS.
Yours sincerely,
(signing my pain away)
Miss you dearly,
(without you it’s not the same)
Miss E. L. Procter,
(yeah right, that’s my name)
