The Loud Residents
prozac
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I told my psychologist about you
and all he said was I'm in love with you,
slightly sad, sadly torn apart,
a bit suicidal and undone.
I asked him for curing it fast
and all he gave me was Prozac.
Why the fuck he thinks I'm mad?
Love's not an illness but an easy drug.
I'm not mad, are you insane?
Oh-oh-oh, are you insane?
Once you're used to be fond of someone
you can't live better than you already tried.
Some may say you're foolishly lying
but they don't know what's to be by her side.
I'm not mad, are you insane?
Oh-oh-oh, are you insane?
Insane!