Little Round Mind Tamers

These past four years,
My life has been dictated to me
In so many ways.
Events deemed that it be so,
And the need, to them,
Just steadily grows,
And the doctor, well, he prescribes,
He prescribes to me
What he calls "little round mind tamers."

What can I say but that I have a few chinks,
A few chinks in my armor, but don't we all?
I never know from one day to the next
Whether I'll be nice or a just a bastard.
Oh well. Guess there ain't nothing I can do.
The doctor, well, he apparently doesn't think so,
For he continues to write on his little tablet,
Prescribing me all these weird, strange things.
I beg and I cry, but I just can't get no relief.
I think that I'm just transforming into one giant pill,
And I suppose I'll be relegated to yet another day,
Another day of ingesting the "little round mind tamers."

Life never gets any simpler,
But, in fact, just keeps growing more insane,
And I think about all the times
I could've flown away.
Perhaps that would've been better,
For there'd be no more cares or worries,
But I was held back by the doctor.
The doctor, well, as I said before,
He writes many prescriptions,
And though I don't like it, I have been force-fed.
No, life never, ever gets easier,
And shit goes on all the time,
Despite those "little round mind tamers."