Pick it up, pick it all up.
It's hard, it really is.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
You could go home.
They don't understand. My brothers understood, but their not here right now.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.
I'm not shy, I'm just tired.
It's just medicine.
It's just medicine.
Tired of them not understanding. They think that it's not a hard job. Really! They do! And it's exhausting.
You could still be,
What you want to,
What you said you were,
When I met you.
I'm sitting here, in my office trying to get through to you from across cybertron. Miss your wrench throwing and your,"frag off if your not injured attitude," because a lot of my 'patients' seem to do that. Like they could get a date with me! But I still am nice with them, cool and calm, like you taught me. I'm much more confident, no more shy guy.
You've got a warm heart,
You've got a beautiful brain.
But it's disintegrating,
From all the medicine.
From all the medicine.
From all the medicine.
Medicine.
Corruptence is not a pretty word, but . . . there has been a virus going on around town taking those who are not fit enough to fight it off. Too young . . . it's awful. Terrible!
You could still be
What you want to be
What you said you were,
When you met me.
The scientists here nearly have a cure, so we might be good.
You could still be
What you want to
What you said you were,
When I met you
I'm here now.
When you met me.
finally being heard.
When I met you.
And I'm fighting back this time. I'm not going anywhere.
Medicine.
Medicine.
Medicine. Medicine. Medicine.
Medicine.
11/29/16 + 11/30/16