Still looking for the good side
Search the mirror till it cracks
Eventually there's a turn around
Without turning around at all
Run into unbearable discomfort
An itch from the inside out
From a place just out of reach
Torn apart, raw and hungry
Luckily, there's a cheap fix
These symptoms are not unknown
Prescribed this drug called life
Have to stay on it for years
All I see round are these addicts
It's the interactions that get you
But I can't find a warning label
At least tell me if I'm allergic
Cause each awkward dose hurts
Or at least that's what I hear
Can't get the fucking bottle open
