Lyrics:As Prescribed

As Prescribed by The Pardos
Something tells me I should find out where you’re coming from Information kept from me is pulling me undone Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Write me off Faster come the ill begotten losses from my mind Sound alarms and fasten in to watch my soul unwind What’s there left to find? What’s there left to find? Write me off Making matters easy on everybody else I’ll take it into my own hands It all gets better is what they say to me Fuck everything I want it all to end Blindly following whatever I can stand to watch Nothing keeping me here save the numbers on the clock Waiting ‘til I rot. Waiting ‘til I rot Write me off Seeking out some solitary respite from this ache Nearer do I draw to numbness with each pill I take Hope it’s not a waste. Hope it’s not a waste Write me off Making matters easy on everybody else I’ll take it into my own hands It all gets better is what they say to me Fuck everything I want it all to end It all gets better is what they say to me Fuck everything I want it all to end I see forever, I have no role to play My heart is broken, but why I can’t say Backed into the corner Nowhere left to go from here
 * Written by: Ben Schiery
 * Composed by: Ben Schiery
 * Appears On: For the People