Empty Words
“You’ll be okay.
You’ll be just fine.
Take these pills and call me in due time.”
That’s what they all say.
They think its what I want.
They think its what I need.
They think its what will fix me.
“Soon you’ll see.
Soon you’ll walk.
Soon the burning will be gone.
Soon you’ll be okay.”
Being okay isn’t what I want.
Taking pills isn’t what I need.
These simple words that flow from your mouth wont make me all better..
I need to see that you actually care.
I need to know you understand I’ll never be fine again.
I need to know you’ll be there.
But most of all I want these tears I weep to go away and happily be able to say I’m NORMAL!
You’ll be just fine.
Take these pills and call me in due time.”
That’s what they all say.
They think its what I want.
They think its what I need.
They think its what will fix me.
“Soon you’ll see.
Soon you’ll walk.
Soon the burning will be gone.
Soon you’ll be okay.”
Being okay isn’t what I want.
Taking pills isn’t what I need.
These simple words that flow from your mouth wont make me all better..
I need to see that you actually care.
I need to know you understand I’ll never be fine again.
I need to know you’ll be there.
But most of all I want these tears I weep to go away and happily be able to say I’m NORMAL!