Prozac Anecdote

And with this we learn to appreciate true suffering

The angry helpless feeling of it all

Becomes something to take a strict comfort

In the words that we use become mundane

And tired to us because all we have felt

Has remained constant for so long

The words we hear from you are cliched and worn

And I can mimic your every breath

When we realize what it is we are looking for

And understanding comes a mix of omnipotence

And banality a disgusting exercise in conceit

And condescend tear away the flesh

And it is still there simmering in its own terrible nature

Nobody asked for this

Nobody wants this

But it kills us all and I can mimic your every breath

And I can mimic your every breath

And I can mimic your every breath

And we learn to appreciate true suffering

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