I've chosen you to be my physician
You've given me a prescription
It postpones my decomposition
Instantly my symptoms all go away
Even if it's temporary, just for the day
It gets the job done
But only for a while, so I ask you for a ton
My aches start to fade
And my coughs become delayed
All because of your medication
It relaxes me better than meditation
I've become addicted to your sweet sweet drugs
I'm standing on unstable ground
Please... please don't pull the rug
Keep supplying me with those capsules so round
There must be some complexed scientific equation behind it
I need to find it
I could never understand your doctor handwriting
I never read the labels, I just pop em quick like lightning
Then one day I read the label out of curiosity
It read "Sugar Pills" and I threw the bottle with such velocity
Sobbing as all my aches rushed back
Coughing, sneezing, crying, and pain had my body under attack
I've discovered your evil
You haven't really taken care of me
You've just been feeding me a placebo
They told you it'd be better this time.
You took the white pill labeled K-4,
and it slid down your throat
with the bitter taste of regret.
They told you it would work this time.
And for a fleeting moment, you believed them.
For a soaring few days, the virulent disease
lifted from your heart; you were free.
But the feeling passed, and once again you
drowned beneath the heavy burden
destroying your heart.
You know you were a lost case.
You were too deep into this sickness
to have hope of being saved.
They thought they were doing a service,
giving you this false hope,
tricking you into believing you were better.
You hated them, you truly did.
But you loved them for those sweet moments
of peace.
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