keepsake

Keepsake
Look there's a mental health book on the shelf
Is my diagnosis in there? Will it tell me if I'm real?
Just tell me another story on how I'm a bad person.
Because of what eats away at my mind
And abandon me for another song.

CHORUS:
Lock me up
Tie the key around your neck.
Keep me close,
But push me away.
Hear me scream,
But cover your ears.
Lock me up, and keep me close.

Hey, I've bitten my nails 'til they've bled.
Does that mean I like the pain? Will it let me know I'm here?
Here I am faulty, missing that essential piece?
The inside schemes against the outside or is it the other way around?

CHORUS

Will you let me know that I'm real?
Or abandon me for another song?
Will you let me know I'm here? Or will I wallow in the schemes
In the schemes, in the schemes of abandonment?