Just try this, swallow it down
we think this one will work for you this time.
This ******* experiment will be my demise.
They say cover it up, silence your cries

It’s supposed to get better, it’s supposed to make me feel fine.
It’s supposed to be less per day than nine.
My hands shake because of voices in my head.
Yeah, I went loopy for a while; I was to be gone instead.

It’s a contest for infinity;
survival of the fittest has beaten me.
And I can’t stand on my own two feet and
you’re my crutch so please help me stand
Help me stand

The bright lights shine in my face
The smell of sterile office invades my brain
How have you been and how do you feel
Are questions that I would rather ****.

It’s a tragedy to be so young and so sad
To not know what’s so wrong in my head
They speak in big words and hushed tones
I need to find out on my own.

It’s a contest for infinity
survival of the fittest has beaten me
And I can’t stand on my own two feet and
You’re my crutch so please help me stand.
Help me stand

You’re my crutch so please help me stand