PATIENT 139 sits in 4/4 time

Craving peace of mind and a pen

To be the lyric "Stick your pen right up your story"

while feeling LOWER THAN LOW

As well as a TOURIST in their own life

Just saying COUNSELOR could you help me out, My time's gonna run out

But what they finally realized is that they found a COUNSELOR who's a singer

As well as counseling that's pop/punk music

The COUNSELOR is TESS STEVENS and the counseling is HER MUSIC

Ever since I started highschool music was and is my lifeline

It's what helped me get though it and manage life but with out Her music

I wouldn't be able to write poetry or even share it with people in my life

I didn't start writing poetry about my mental health until late one night

That almost fateful night that was until I couldn't get myself to almost be Hum Hallelujah

That night I was sitting on the floor listening to music

Then decided to listen to Her album Patient 139 and Her song Westwood on repeat

That's when I realized that I have can't give up on life now and not have a future

The one that saved my life is Tess Stevens and the song was Westwood

Wishing that I wasn't Patient 139

The one screaming the lyrics to I'm Not Okay

Sometimes hopes that someone understands me

Relating to Tess Stevens and her song Tourist

Crying to Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

Wondering if anyone has the time to listen to me whine

Trying to not do what Pete Wentz almost did in Hum Hallelujah

Thinking I'd just like to be only me and not also someone else every day

Asking myself why music is my novacane

Just wanting to know why most people don't care about me anymore

It's like every time I listen to music or watch YouTube I feel numb and I have gotten used to it

When it comes to my mental age I feel like the Clock Forgot It's Hands

In the end I'm the one who walks a lonely road the only one I have ever known