A burden needs buried and you dug the hole. You ain't got time to debate.
Demons with pitchforks prod you ahead. Maybe just medicate.
Your stomachs in knots and your nerves have been shot. You can stop it before its to late.
Don't bang your head or let yourself loose. Just step back and medicate.
Wasting your time, your money and love will only just create hate.
Forget it for now. Let yourself go. It's time to medicate.