theres a pill for every body ache
and a pill for every physical and emotional problem
but there isnt a pill for my pain
its not a physical pain
its a pain brought on by my tramatizing past
there isnt a pill that could cure this pain
there isnt anything to cure it
no matter what i do the pain just lingers and gets stronger
each time i try to rid of it
in a perfect world there would be
a pill to make me numb
a pill to make me dumb
a pill to make me anybody else
but all the drugs in this world
wont save me from myself
theres something cold and blank behind my empty eyes
im standing on an overpass
waiting to fall
there isnt a pill to cure me
there isnt anything to save me

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