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Life is like a setraline pill
Correcting all our imperfections
helping us function, making us feel
Living the life of a zombied normal human being
We love getting kicked, rejected and spit
We use the defense mechanism to erase the sin

Words that leave scars
Blows living her stranded and lost
You love the pain, you lick your wounds
You go back to what you know

That place where you know what to expect
Despite the fact you die every time you fetch
Scare of the unknown, you can’t leave him
That hell cornered by fours walls is your safe haven
He feeds you, your daily meal
And you’re content like a backyard dog, you feel

And I try to wipe the blood off your eyes
Wash you and cleanse you with motherly love
But you run away because you miss your daily fix
Millions of women go back to what they know
I go back to my shop trying to reinvent love

Words that leave scars
Blows living her stranded and lost
You love the pain, you lick your wounds
You go back to what you know, a backyard dog