Instead of helping me, they help themselves,
By giving me medication,
My body becomes immune, or I get excited,
They just increase the sedidation,
They treat the leaves, but not the branches,
And certaintly they leave the stem,
But as long as I'm controlled, even if I'm depressed,
They're fine as long as it doesn't effect them,
As long as i smile and be Mr. Nice Guy,
They're happy as can be,
But making me be happy when I'm not,
Is like telling a blind man to see.