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Pop a pill, end the madness
End the rollercoaster that I'm on
With the amazing highs only to be fallowed by the crash and burn of the lows
They say that this pill will level me
Will end the plummeting lows that suck me into a black hole of depression
But what if without the lows I can't get the highs?
What if this pill this medication causes me to feel the only thing worse then the lows
makes me feel apathetic?
And what if the pill does nothing, for what they tell me it can do seems like a lot of hope and trust to place in a small pill
And after all they say that drugs are bad, so what makes this one good?
What makes this one any better then other drugs, why do they think this pill can "cure" me?
As if I'm broken and the only thing needed to fix me is a small little pill?
But I'll take the leap and try, cause I can't survive on this rollercoaster.
End the rollercoaster that I'm on
With the amazing highs only to be fallowed by the crash and burn of the lows
They say that this pill will level me
Will end the plummeting lows that suck me into a black hole of depression
But what if without the lows I can't get the highs?
What if this pill this medication causes me to feel the only thing worse then the lows
makes me feel apathetic?
And what if the pill does nothing, for what they tell me it can do seems like a lot of hope and trust to place in a small pill
And after all they say that drugs are bad, so what makes this one good?
What makes this one any better then other drugs, why do they think this pill can "cure" me?
As if I'm broken and the only thing needed to fix me is a small little pill?
But I'll take the leap and try, cause I can't survive on this rollercoaster.
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