I’m a broken soul, so they send me to the pharmacy
And god i wish they’d realize the pharmacy is harming me
I’m begging for their love, but sent away with doctors scribble
The thought of taking one more pill makes my insides wriggle
Prescription drugs to mend my ill mind, but further it has weakened
Although those opened wounds have healed it feels as if they’ve deepened
Continually filled with drugs so my mental is where it’s suppose to be
But perhaps all I truly need is someone to get close to me