A Diagnosis - Live

For almost 30 years I've known something was wrong
But mom said weakness causes bloating so I tried to be strong
Fake it till you make it, that's how I got by
And when I tried to find the reason for my sadness and terror
All the solutions were trial and error
Take this pill, say this chant, move here for this guy
But now there's no need for regret
'Cause I'm about to get

A diagnosis, a diagnosis
Don't tell me no sister, you don't fit in
Doc, prescribe me my tribe, give me my throng
Tell me that this whole time I've belonged
With those other people who share my diagnosis

What could it be?
What could be right?
Schizophrenic or bipolar lite?
I've never heard voices but maybe it's time to start
(You're super cool, Rebecca) thanks
Obsessives with numbers, hoarders with cats
I could really rock a tin foil hat
Perfect they're not but at least they know who they are
No more bad pills, fads or tricks
Who says there isn't an easy fix

There kind of is!



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Schlesinger, Rachel Bloom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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