Drugstore

It started with pain pills, they became my main pills

Never talked to my friends about it, parents first laughed and doubted

They won’t believe what I was going through, thinking I’m looking for an excuse of my bad grades at school

Suffering in young years, nearly hit by a train, 2 times it happened the same

Still dreaming about those moments and thinking of my mother who wouldn’t be able to live on if it had happened but it hadn’t

Happy being alive, still suffering

Doctors saying I’m depressed and bipolar, couldn’t help me

Prescribing cool stuff, me likey

And yes, I’m still having a lack

But you know, in the end

The drugstore’s got my back