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"Someone Call a Doctor" MAG
Looking back, flipping through these many memories
Recalling when exactly I was diagnosed with the disease
“She's got no soul,” that's what the doctors declared
Expecting me to believe they actually cared
A smile a day will keep us away
Is the promise they vowed I must obey
They don't understand, I'm afflicted with a calamity
One in which there's no guarantee
I'll make it alive
This virus – it runs through my veins, contaminates my blood
Rids me of hope like Noah drowning in a flood
Happiness is all bitter and not a drop sweet
Making my life so very incomplete
Laughter is a lost sound
Evaporated with a ghost town
Who are you to tell me to turn my frown upside down?
Do you see these scars embedded in my skin?
Yup, they're souvenirs of everywhere I've been
Hand me a prescription; ship me off to a pharmacy
Is that what you believe will set my caged heart free?
Because right now it's in shackles, a lion ready to roar
A restless and angry prisoner of war
Tell me then, why exactly should I grin
When I know I'm a lost ship drowning in sin?
I've done things I'm ashamed of
And chose apathy over love
So why am I still alive breathing in fresh air
While so many around me suffer in despair?
Tell me then, why should I not succumb to this illness,
Finally admitting my hubris for all to bear witness?
Instead of taking a dose of this or popping a pill of that
You tell me to search within and I'll find something worth looking at
Is this really the cure that I've been searching for?
Should I take that giant leap of faith and explore?
'Cause let me tell you, I'm not staying sick anymore