Depression, Cutting, Anorexia, Suicide stories/songs

Darling, You'll Be Okay

She sits up high, surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy!"

And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?

Now don't be crazy
Yes now of course you can stay here.
Been in a touring band for going on ten years.
"Big deal," she said, "I guess you're official."
I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel burned out

It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again

And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound (over the sound)
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?

If I were you I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking 'bout the past again
Darling, you'll be okay

And she said,

[Lindsey:]
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."

And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound (over the sound)
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
Tell me where did it go?

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Little young lady
With pigtails and curls
Bring out your Barbies
Go play with some girls

Little young lady
With your straightened hair
Your eyes arent so bright
You don't seem to care

Little young lady
Wearing long sleeves
Tell me your secrets
You just have to keep

Little young lady
The one is all black
Find the things the make you happy
Bring your happiness back

Little young lady
Who dreams of pills
Razors, ropes, and guns
All things that kill

Little young lady
Hanging from your ceiling
You were afraid of yourself
And so you ran