leave it at seven
We have similar souls
Both craving control
Never quite feeling whole
Souls that can't be consoled
We have differing views
They changed as we grew
Mine's gray, yours is blue
Though I used to see like you
Used to shove myself into my shell
Tell everyone that I was doing so well
As I silently wrote my farewells
So I won't let you burn inside that hell
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
You don't talk feelings
But yours are too much for one being
Just talk to me, I'm pleading
I swear I will get you healing
You lock yourself inside a shell
And push them away with every yell
And you claim that you don't want help
But I can't let 16 be your farewell
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
You don't want help, but it's what you need
I promised your mom that you would succeed
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I will fix you until you hate me
You don't want help, but it's what you need
I promised your mom that you would succeed
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I will fix you until you hate me
So please
Talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
Both craving control
Never quite feeling whole
Souls that can't be consoled
We have differing views
They changed as we grew
Mine's gray, yours is blue
Though I used to see like you
Used to shove myself into my shell
Tell everyone that I was doing so well
As I silently wrote my farewells
So I won't let you burn inside that hell
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
You don't talk feelings
But yours are too much for one being
Just talk to me, I'm pleading
I swear I will get you healing
You lock yourself inside a shell
And push them away with every yell
And you claim that you don't want help
But I can't let 16 be your farewell
So you will talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
You don't want help, but it's what you need
I promised your mom that you would succeed
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I will fix you until you hate me
You don't want help, but it's what you need
I promised your mom that you would succeed
So I will help you until my hands bleed
I will fix you until you hate me
So please
Talk to me like it's fucking confession
Like you're the teacher and your brain is the lesson
If you're still alive then you're beating depression
So let's just leave it at seven
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Writer(s): Maya Desrochers
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