Pills
These small little pills will help me
That’s what the trained doctor said
Those little pills will help control me
And the voices that live in my head
This one will make it all better
This one will make it all fine
This one will stop you from killing yourself
This one will keep you in line
So I take them without hesitation
Down the hatch, one two and three
But those voices they only grow louder
And the only one that hears them is me
So now I am stuck in the cycle
And I wonder why, how and when
Did I become that kind of person
That will be taking this pills till the end.
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