Prozac Baby

These words are not lies
If you cannot tell
And when I fall on the ground
Don't ask why I fell

And don't question why
Though I swallow this pill
I still think of jumping
Off the windowsill

When the cuts on my arms
Start to disappear
Don't believe in my happiness
Or that I have nothing to fear

Because I'm just making it through
And taking this pill
Fluoxetine, they call it
The sound makes me ill

And I'm supposed to be better
If I correctly remember
But I still feel the same
Like a slow burning ember

So tomorrow might be better
Not sure, just maybe
All that is certain
I'm just a prozac baby