Why these questions, stupid game!
Headaches, voices, blinding pain.
Every symptom, it’s the same
Tumor growing in my brain!
Where's that magic cure-all pill,
you always had before.
 
I was six and had to sneeze,
Coughing, fever, allergies,
"God made pills to cure disease"
That's what Tommy said to me,
Fix me up with Claritin
and Flintstone vitamins
 
Wake up screaming, nightmares bad
Bedroom visions of my dad
Hyperactive? ADD?
Learning bad things from TV?
Calm me down with Ritalin.
Keep secrets way inside.
 
I know it’s just a tumor!
These visions all the time!
Please God! Where's that magic pill,
to cure this pain of mine.
 
Twelve years old, two packs a day.
Keeping nervous shakes at bay.
Breathing bad, but that's ok
Grown-ups do it everyday.
Short burst of albuterol
Makes asthma go away.
 
Wailing, crying, scary day.
After Tommy went away.
Grieving sister, dark despair.
End my life, its so unfair.
Hiding in a Zoloft cloud
Is how I made it through.
 
I know it’s just a tumor!
Loud voices all the time!
Please God! Where's that magic pill,
To cure this pain of mine.
 
College tests, no time to sleep,
Vivrin, coffee, they're both cheap.
Then there's speed for finals week.
Valium napping catch-up sleep
A's, and B's and then an F
I'm just three credits short.
 
Percoset for all of these:
Broken bones and wisdom teeth
Bruising mosh-pit injuries
Boyfriends yelling, hitting me.
What about this pain inside
That never goes away?
 
Now these visions never end,
Of daddy in my room,
Tommy's car wrapped 'round a tree,
Feeling worthless, no degree.
 
These blinding, pounding headaches
And the ringing in my ears,
Sturdy, glancing facial blows
Always help, but bruises show.