This Is Where It Ends

I don't buy everything I read, I haven't even read everything I've bought
I don't cry every time I bleed, my eyes are dry, but they're bloodshot

I have faith in medication. I believe in the Prozac Nation
You play doctor, but I've lost patience

But this is where it ends. This is where it ends..
Call the police and call the press
But please, dear God, don't tell my friends
This is where it ends. This is where it ends...

Where's my pride? Where's my self-esteem?
Does it show in the drinks I've bought?
I don't hide every time I'm seen, but I try not to get caught

Make excuses for behaviour
Can my illness be my saviour?
Hid my heart while you still gave yours

But this is where it ends. This is where it ends...

He says he wants to live in a movie
I say I want someone else to stand behind me
And write it all down'Cause I can't be bothered doing it myself.
And I don't want the responsibility of proving it's importance.

I have loved and I have waited
Been picked up and been sedated
mental health is overrated

But this is where it ends, This is where it ends....

~Barenaked Ladies