Wasting money on rehab,
Getting diagnosed as crazy
Knowing damn well those that try to help me
Are just as crazy as me.
We all got problems―
I was just caught
And the “experts” got away.
Your white coat, your degree mean nothing.
You come in with a bloody nose.
You hide bottles in your pocket.
And I’m the monster?
You can’t even help yourself.
Came to be saved,
I left messed up even more than before.
All I was taught not to do
helped me find a way to do it…
in secret.
Stop telling me what I already know and give me a cure.
Who knows if I will ever change?
My innocence was long gone by the time I was 7.
What did they expect?
I’m messed up,
But that piece of paper with prescription pills
Is my enemy taking control of me.
It’s just a temporary fix of what I am trying to overcome,
An “addict”
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