Quetiapine

Why are the answers to these questions so bleak?
Like these pills, they feel like cancer
You give them as if I'm just too weak
Like I don't understand that there isn't anyone here
You tell me why I can't feel like I'm too high just see
What it is that I feel is so real

There's this emptiness
A cause a divide
There's this emptiness
A cause a divide
There's this emptiness
Inside of my mind
There's an emptiness
That causes a divide

It's the ache
As it's pulling all of the strings
It's the ache
So fucking deep that it stings
It's the ache
Can't you fucking take this from me
It's the ache
Grabbing at the back of my mind
It's the ache
Twisting, clawing, gnawing the rind
It's the ache
All of my pain is all I want it to find
It's the ache

I don't think these pills are helping
I don't think these pills are helping
I don't think these pills are helping
I don't think these pills are helping

Now that my vision starts to blur
In this charade that I've become
Because my nerves begin burn
And these electric pulses
That cause this unsettling hum
But am I fake for fucking questioning why?
Or is this just my fucking state of mind?

There's this emptiness
A cause a divide
There's this emptiness
A cause a divide
There's this emptiness
Inside of my mind
There's an emptiness
That causes a divide

It's the ache
As it's pulling all of the strings
It's the ache
So fucking deep that it stings
It's the ache
Can't you fucking take this from me
It's the ache
Grabbing at the back of my mind
It's the ache
Twisting, clawing, gnawing the rind
It's the ache
All of my pain is all I want it to find
It's the ache

I know these pills aren't helping
The pills don't make it go away



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Writer(s): Brandon Parrott
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