The doctor says it will help,
So you take a pill.
Sixteen years down the line,
You're still taking the pill.
You're not sure what's the medicine and what's you.
You feel as if you're living a lie,
So you set the pills aside.
Then, your head spins 'round
You don't know up from down.
Your stomach does gymnastics
While you stay groggy and weak.
By the third day, you can hardly speak,
And you cry at the drop of a hat.
A hightened sensitivity, lessened awareness--
Everything is a blur,
Clouded by emotion, anxiety, and fear.
No one told me I would end up here.
So I take a pill
The doctor says it will help...
And maybe one day it will.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
The doctor says it will help,
So you take a pill.
Sixteen years down the line,
You're still taking the pill.
You're not sure what's the medicine and what's you.
You feel as if you're living a lie,
So you set the pills aside.
Then, your head spins 'round
You don't know up from down.
Your stomach does gymnastics
While you stay groggy and weak.
By the third day, you can hardly speak,
And you cry at the drop of a hat.
A hightened sensitivity, lessened awareness--
Everything is a blur,
Clouded by emotion, anxiety, and fear.
No one told me I would end up here.
So I take a pill
The doctor says it will help...
And maybe one day it will.