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A routine
Is this what has labeled me?
One small pill, so tiny and pink.
Is it what prevents me from what i think?
Do I take it for all my mysteries to disappear, and have I taken it in fear?
Is it right for me to want to live without these thoughts, of what I have been taught?
Am I suppose to try and stay sane, while keeping away all the pain?
That's what the doctors say, but what if I told them about my day?
Would they want to lock me up and throw away the key?
Forever forbidding me, to hear my own pleas?
Trapped in my head, I reach down and unscrew the cap, take one pill out and make it drown.
Maybe tomorrow will be different, then I will see, a day without a label in society.
One small pill, so tiny and pink.
Is it what prevents me from what i think?
Do I take it for all my mysteries to disappear, and have I taken it in fear?
Is it right for me to want to live without these thoughts, of what I have been taught?
Am I suppose to try and stay sane, while keeping away all the pain?
That's what the doctors say, but what if I told them about my day?
Would they want to lock me up and throw away the key?
Forever forbidding me, to hear my own pleas?
Trapped in my head, I reach down and unscrew the cap, take one pill out and make it drown.
Maybe tomorrow will be different, then I will see, a day without a label in society.
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