"They won't help you" I am told
That those pills that come in brown bottles
(With the child-proof caps that really
Don't keep children out....
...If they're smart enough to know
How to open that bottle)
Won't be my savior



It's the same thing everyday
(Every night)
That sinks its claws into me
Tears me apart
Rips me open from the inside out
Makes it impossible to concentrate
On the words in the textbook
(They just blend together)


It's that thing
That makes me sob uncontrollably
Unable to do a thing, helpless
Like a child caught in a raging river
That can't swim
(And so I drown)


And I've got nowhere else to go
Don't know what else to do
I want help, I want methods
So that I can be free of
The Thing that tortures me
If those pills can help me
(Not be my savior, but just help me)
Then it's not so bad, is it?