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Track 3: A Medicated Mess – The House That Trauma Built Lyrics
(Verse 1)
At seven, a small white pill for ADHD,
They said it was to calm the storm inside of me.
But the quiet it brought, it wasn’t peace, you see,
Just a thief in the night that stole my sleep away,
So Melatonin came to try and make me stay.
(Verse 2)
By twelve years old, life’s road was a bumpy ride,
A nervous energy I couldn’t keep inside.
Anxiety, they called it, with nowhere left to hide,
So Serotonin came to level out the score,
But the numbness it left, I’d never felt before.
(Chorus)
Was it me, or the medicine talking
A ghost in my own body, walking.
They were trading my chaos for a chemical calm,
But did the remedy do all the harm
Just a name on a prescription pad,
For the frightened little lad, trying to not be sad.
(Verse 3)
At fifteen, the sterile hospital’s cold embrace,
Risperidone was added, another pill to place.
A new name for the struggle written on my face,
And whispers of bipolar started in the air,
A label I refused, a weight I couldn’t bear.
(Chorus)
Was it me, or the medicine talking
A ghost in my own body, walking.
They were trading my chaos for a chemical calm,
But did the remedy do all the harm
Just a name on a prescription pad,
For the frightened little lad, trying to not be sad.
(Bridge)
I ripped the labels from my skin,
Decided I would let the real storm begin.
Withdrawal’s fire, a hellish, shaking phase,
Burning right through that medicated haze.
But through the static, breaking low,
I heard a voice from long ago… it was my own, you know.
(Outro)
many years have gone by now, and battles still remain,
But there’s a flicker of strength that’s easing up the pain.
The questions linger, the answers aren’t so clear,
Was it the illness or the cure that I was meant to fear
Yeah, the questions linger… but the path is growing near.
The path to just being… here.
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