You caught me counting your pills
Which made you quite mad
But you just don't seem to know
That your pill Paxil is bad.
For one, it's addictive
And can ruin your mind
Worse than heroin or cocaine
A drug thats not very kind.
And as a drug it is quite sneaky
Because its evil takes years
Doing it's damage
Before you have any fears.
First go your feelings
As they become blunted
Limited pleasure and pain
As your emotions become stunted
Then come the tremors
Along with the twitches
Then throw in some dry skin
With rashes and itches.
Do I need to add more?
For surely I can
There's the loss of libido
And you no longer need man.
Now we can also consider
The nasty mood swings
When you get really hurtful
With stinging word zings.
And what of your memory
When at times it seems lost?
At every corner Paxil will rob you
Whatever the cost.
Then there's the hair loss
And possible tumorous tissues
Damage to brain cells
And other serious issues.
So seeing such symptoms
I became quite concerned
Fearing your Paxil
Was leaving you injured and burned.
So I began counting your pills
To see how much you are taking.
Worrying like all hell
That poor health you were making.
And in the process of counting
You caught me red-handed
So now you are mad
And I feel all abandoned.
But I counted your pills
Out of concern and of love.
I swear this is true
Just ask the Man up above.
I didn't do it for spite
Nor to manipulate
And I most surely didn't do it
To garner your hate.
I simply was counting your pills
Because I love you
And because I want you healthy and well
Thats all I wanted to do.
So please don't be mad
And please don't be sad
I was pill counting for you and good reason
And that isn't bad.
I love you.
