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Prescription Fear
Such a fragile thing, our existence
Our very being, so easily destroyed
So complex yet the horrifying fact..
That one thing can crumble all that was intact
The complexity of a human body, it's amazing
How it fits together, how it can be stopped
By a mere organ stopping, by a heartbeat dropping
Like a machine, complex as all life
Stopped by a grinding gear
and you end up spending a year
Going from doctor to doctor
Until you want to scream
And forever falling into the fear of deaths kiss
While doctors spout "Well maybe it's this"
and give you pills in hopes that they guessed right
"What the fuck do these do? I'll be okay right!?"
Right...?Wondering if I'll even sleep tonight
I've become so fucking scared of what I don't understand
What doctors guess and all he tests
and looking inside of me, telling me
Maybe I have anxiety, when I sit
Alone gasping to calm myself down
While people tell me not to worry
They aren't sick, they don't understand
They know what's wrong with them
I don't know if I can trust a doctor
Or myself for that matter
All I know is my wallet got a lot less fatter..
and I still don't know what's the matter
All I know is..
I see the world differently
and I'm so scared
Our very being, so easily destroyed
So complex yet the horrifying fact..
That one thing can crumble all that was intact
The complexity of a human body, it's amazing
How it fits together, how it can be stopped
By a mere organ stopping, by a heartbeat dropping
Like a machine, complex as all life
Stopped by a grinding gear
and you end up spending a year
Going from doctor to doctor
Until you want to scream
And forever falling into the fear of deaths kiss
While doctors spout "Well maybe it's this"
and give you pills in hopes that they guessed right
"What the fuck do these do? I'll be okay right!?"
Right...?Wondering if I'll even sleep tonight
I've become so fucking scared of what I don't understand
What doctors guess and all he tests
and looking inside of me, telling me
Maybe I have anxiety, when I sit
Alone gasping to calm myself down
While people tell me not to worry
They aren't sick, they don't understand
They know what's wrong with them
I don't know if I can trust a doctor
Or myself for that matter
All I know is my wallet got a lot less fatter..
and I still don't know what's the matter
All I know is..
I see the world differently
and I'm so scared
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