I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away

I get so breathless, when you call my name,
I've often wondered, do you feel the same?
There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity
When we're all alone.

The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same.

I could pretend that I was ok
I wind around the parties, drink in hand
I could pretend when you went away
That I had changed and I no longer hear the band

I feel like it's me singing back to myself as a younger person and saying have confidence in being a bit different. I really felt I didn't fit in. My dad was from the Caribbean, my mum was English, we lived in quite a white area but we were quite poor, but also quite brainy, and I was a really, really skinny child so I felt a bit awkward about all these things.

Trying to cope with depression anymore is like laying on a bed of rusty jagged nails, impossible.