That Wasn’t Me, That Was Patricia – Anna Clendening

The scariest place that I’ve ever been
Is in my own head around 2 AM
The room it will spin and I’ll feel sick
My chest it’ll heave and I cannot breathe
I’m panicking, frantically, so depressed, manically
Pop a few pills to maybe do the trick

‘Cause no amount of music can cover the screams
No television shows can hide the voices it seems
I’m sitting in my bed, with my hands over my head, wishing this was all just a dream
I’m sitting in my bed, with my hands over my head, wishing this was all just a dream

Silence is the loudest thing that’s ever filled my head
The voices telling, yelling at me I should be dead
Silence is the loudest thing that’s ever filled my head
When’s it gonna stop?
“Never,” they said,
“You’re better off dead.”

If someone put a gun to my head
I’d gladly pull the trigger
‘Cause when you’re already dead inside
There’s nothing else to live for
You’d be doing me a favour
Literally blowing my mind
By showing me a piece of what’s on the inside
A mess I must confess a little bit twisted
Yes I get it, I’ll admit it
I’m just a little bit weird
Oh dear but

In this day and age aren’t we all a little bit strange?
And the voices we are all starting to hear
In this day and age aren’t we all a little bit strange?
And the voices we are all starting to hear

Silence is the loudest thing that’s ever filled my head
The voices telling, yelling at me I should be dead
Silence is the loudest thing that’s ever filled my head
When’s it gonna stop?
“Never,” they said,
“You’re better off dead.”

They say jump from that window sill
We won’t catch you but the ground will
Jump from that window sill
We won’t catch you but the ground will
Jump from that window sill
We won’t catch you but the ground will