Help!

Today, I almost threw myself on the road There wasn't much to hold me back, I suppose (No, no, no, no, no) And I hate that we can't talk about it If that's just how I feel, it's how I feel If I'm the only one, I doubt it So tell me how to deal 'cause Okay, maybe I need some help My head is spent and I'm unwell Whatever's left is just a shell And I need some help yeah, I need some help Da, da-da, da, da-da Da, da-da, da, da-da Everything that starts gotta find an end, and that's true (That's true, that's true, that's true) Yeah, so give me the drugs and a microphone and you (And you, and you, and you, and you) Yeah, yeah, I hate that we're not frank about it If that's just what is real, then that's real If I'm the only one, I doubt it So tell me how to deal 'cause Okay, maybe I need some help My head is spent and I'm unwell Whatever's left is just a shell And I need some help Yeah, I need some help Okay, maybe I got some scars And I shouldn't be so fucking hard On myself, but I'm not doing well And I need some help Yeah, I need some help Da, da-da, da, da-da Da, da-da, da, da-da Da, da-da, da, da-da Da, da-da, da, da-da Help... Help...