Seven out of eight Doctors recommend It's all in your head It's all in your head, again And I'd fade away and fly away if I If I knew what I knew now If only somehow, I would And I'd throw, throw in the towel Our cuts speak so loud And go unaddressed I know I'm incapable of accepting love from myself Here I am I've isolated, miscalculated the plans I held on too, it never got better Let's play with matches maybe smile again That's what I wanted the most