My medication’s not working anymore
I’ve got a
mental illness
That makes
me want to kill us
The yellow lines keep swerving in the road
I’ve got to
get away
But they
won’t let me get away
I see my shadow always lurking in the door
I’m strapped
in tight
See the
needle in the light
My condition always keeps me on the floor
Feed me
pills all day
Keep sharp objects away
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This mental illness wants to put me away
Returning
from the war
Got to
settle the score
Because I might be a danger to my self
Shell shocked, mind fucked
All they say is good luck
Because the proof is in the pudding
What doesn’t kill you
Can only make you stronger
I don’t want to live here –
I don’t want to live any longer!