Psychiatrist
Please don’t ask me what I don’t want to tell
Say something is wrong, as you should know well
You think I’m a nut, and that’s ok
Cause I know I’m one, and oh, by the way
Help me get my meds adjusted, before I loose my mind
Illness that I am fighting now, sure seems to be unkind
Another antidepressant, to add to my daily grind
Taking all these happy pills just so I won’t lose my mind
Really now, doctor, what more can you do
I am having to trust God an you
Say something more is wrong with me
Tell, me now, doc, and don’t let it be.
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