Cope

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I've been messed up for ten years straight now
The doctor, medicine, or therapist won't help me
During my depression I had to cope alone
Nobody ever gave me a hand
Nobody ever gave me a hand

You're telling me you couldn't see it, I was good at hiding it
But I feel like I gave good ass signs
Then you think that I'm just asking for it
Now, why would I ask to feel like I wanna die?
Ooh, it makes no sense to me
And ooh, it makes no sense to be alive at all

One two three four
I've been messed up for ten years straight now
The doctor, medicine, or therapist won't help me
During my depression I had to cope alone
Nobody ever gave me a hand
Nobody ever gave me a hand



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Writer(s): Sloan Rosinsky
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