The TreatmentThere is a time I was a childThough I can't remember thisThere was a time when I was youngThat's the way they say it isI must accept the informationThey give me 'bout my youthWithout it there is emptinessAnd that's the total truthThe fact is I remember notYears within my lifeI've only bits and piecesAnd of those I cannot writeI went to some professionalsTo look into my pastThey came to their conclusionsThen set about their taskNow if you treat the symptomsThe disease will still existBut what if you treat theAnd the symptoms yet persist?It seems something is wrongWhen this is the caseSo I look for a rayBut I see not a traceTime passes by as symptoms increaseDepression, fear, anxiety,And dreams that are recurringWhich make no sense to meI once thought of suicideAs a permanent solutionIt seemed the perfect answerTo the painful evolutionI know for me to take my lifeWould end their lives as wellAnd the permanent solutionMeans an eternity of hell
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