Lb. of Cure

You see my life is rather simple I'm just another face And all your textbooks All you know Will soon construct the case Warped emotions like a river Everywhere a bend And what we cannot hold together We try to keep within Listen doctor you cannot help me The cure that's in a jar All the needless all the pills I think its gone too far Now the pain is really blinding I'm crawling up the wall Try to hold on Try to stop it I think I've lost it all Can't you see just where the troubles All are in my head Iron bars that keep me safe While strapped here on this bed You've poked and probed and podded me So often times I've cried Now I pray on bended knee God just let me die Count the ceiling tiles above As you wheel me down the hall Another treatment once a week I'm losing all recall