You’re told to get over it, like it’s a cold
You’re supposed to grow out of it
But it will choke you
It will make you drink all the liquor off the top shelf
It will tell you lies, it will sink you so low
It will try to kill you.
When you see a doctor, it will tell you
nothing will ever help you.
It will tell you you will be stuck in its grasp
You can force yourself to pop pills
no guarantee they’ll work.
Your wellbeing isn’t worth fighting for, it says
It is not like a cold.
It’s a fight for your life, and some people don’t win
It’s a trip, and
I just wanna get off this train.