(Aah-ah) (Aah-ah) (Aah-ah) My pocket's full of poetry But I've no one to impress And I'm sitting on my own again In my favourite yellow dress Well, I hold on to these memories Incase I let go again And I don't care for reality It's better to pretend And so you cling on to me Like a leaf to a winter's tree Hanging for your life hopelessly Sertraline Sertraline My head is full of languages I cannot comprehend Whatever they mean It's a means to an end And I'm packed full of ideas That I cannot convey I don't believe in heaven All I seem to do is pray And so you cling on to me Like the snow on a winter's sea Blanketing disaster underneath And I don't know who I am Without you there to hold my hand Will someone come and show me how to be Sertraline? Sertraline Sertraline Sertraline Sertraline (make me feel better, make me feel better) Sertraline (make me feel better, please)