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10-16-2013, 08:18 AM
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All These Pills Are Killing Me
Here I sit, setting up my medicine tray
A weeks worth of pills Looks like a month of two for someone else Is this how it is truly meant to be? A pill for depression Then it makes you too happy So another to bring you down a bit Because god forbid you smile too much A mild allergic reaction to those So another pill to stop the itching Which increases my anxiety And another pill for that Is there no end to all these pills? A pill here, a pill there, a pill everywhere it seems Doctor doctor save me please I think the pills are killing me Maybe not my life But for sure my personality For sure my inner being These pills are killing me Doctor there must be another solution Pills cannot be the only answer Doctor Doctor save me please All these pills are killing me
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