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Feel down, take a pill! The doctor's promise of a happy ending!
Take a magic pill. It heals all doesn't it?
Will a pill really help your depression or just mask the problem?
Have I taken enough pills to dull the pain?
Have I taken enough for you to say I am sane?
Is it really the pills I need for my head,
or for you to leave and stop hurting me instead?
I wish these pills were a magic dose,
and you and I were still so close.
But life is cruel and tore us apart and now I don't know,
I don't know what's in my heart.
My head and heart are like a garage sale, full of junk,
it weighs me down. I am sunk!
Every time I go to walk out the door,
I know I could go and feel alive once more,
but can I do it with out you by my side?
What is wrong with the world,
those fairy tales lied!
I lie on my pillow with this stuff in my head,
if it wasn't for the children, I would want to be dead.