Maybe it's because I haven't had my medicines today,
Maybe it's because I'm not as strong as I normally say.
There is the sound of music flowing past,
And the drowsy high of your voice at last.
How will I ever tell you fool, how much I miss you?
I cannot feel anything but your scent and hue.
I dare not ask you to believe me or take me back,
What is wrong with me, I want my Prozac...
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