They said i was a cutter and dealing with depression
Sometimes bi-polar and OCD
Anorexia and bulimia had become a part of me
Multiple personality's how mixed up could i be
They forgot i had a name
They talk in ways that I don't understand
My mind although broken, had suddenly become
more interesting than me
Beyond all the labels i was me
I still am me but sometimes that is wrong
I never really knew who i was
I thought i was trying
but ive forgotten how
but ive forgotten how
I used to have a real name and people who knew me
They want to stick me in the hospital again
They want to test and poke and question
They will write a paper about my life
Don't they know i wont go
Haven't they figured out i wont stay
I don't need all the labels thrown on the table
I don't need someone else holding control over me
They don't want to know about the pain
About the hiding and crying
Pretend to help and watching through a wall
Lock all the doors and leave me alone
Beyond all the labels i was in control
I had a voice and a choice
Beyond all the labels i thought i was me
But now even that has been taken from me
