My Mother Goose

Red rover, red rover,
Let no one come over,
Cause they keep telling me,
The same things over and over,
They're worse than the voices in my head,
Telling me I'm better off dead,
And keeping my demons well fed,
Row, row, row your boat,
If you can keep the damn thing afloat,
For something else on a different note,
Sing a song of sixpence,
Pocket full of rye,
I can't find my way back when all I do is cry,
And I can't see the light to even try,
Why turn the tide and change the times,
When Mother Goose's nursery rhymes,
Are all it takes to describe my crimes?