You Frown, i Frown,
we both feel down.
you take your medicine,
you drink it down.

My medicine doesnt come in a bottle.
Not form a pill
It comes from a pen,
or my headphones, louder still.

I ruin my ears.
I write from my heart.
it has kept it beating,
Beating from the start.

I'm sitting here,
writing of my fears.
I have my headphones on,
blowing out my ears.

So you think it wont help,
that medicine of yours.
I have my ways.
it helps, it heals, it Cures.
 
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