Everyday is the same thing
We wake up and get ready
Hop in the shower and sing
Starting off the day steady
Like a list of things to do
We go day by day
Waiting for the week to be through
With never anything new to say
Each night after a wasted day feeling ill
If we cry or get angry
Theres a pill
Pills pills and more pills
No one understanding our true self
Trying to fix us
Untill we are stuck crying alone
Slowly but Surely
They've created another drone.
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OMG, this reminds me of when i ws bad on pills, it was exactly how i felt. the only reason i quit was my supply ran out. i know how it is.