(lyrics are written by Jamie Lenman)

I'm trying to make up my mind...madness or cruel to be kind?
Your mother was sick or blind when she gave a child away,
But what she did she did out of love,
She must have meant it as an act of kindness,
And having never had a kid myself, I can not understand the pressures

''You must be sick in the head, you need a hospital bed,'' she said.
''properly fed,'' she said, ''Or your going to wind up dead.''
So you were put in the hands of science - strangers who understood
you better than mothers could...it was really ''for your own good,''
See we find ways to justify it all...are they really working?

I'm trying to make up my mind. It gets harder every time,
I see a baby mother or think about growing up and having kids...
Oh god she must of done it out of love...I must believe it was an act of kindness.
I keep imagining the film 'Girls interrupted' with less attractive inmates...

''All the things that you feel, they are a fucking disease,'' they said.
''We diagnosed it with ease,'' they said. ''There is no hope of release,'' they said.
So you found yourself inside a person with no escape,
tied to a gurney with red tape, nursing a wound that is mother shaped.

''When can I go back home? I want to make a fucking call.
All these pills do is make me sleep...''
one two, one two, one two, one two

You wished you could unmake yourself, become something else,
to be something else, '...to be smoke and shadow...''

I understand the idea, that A.D.D. is an imbalance,
'depression', that is an imbalance of chemicals, it makes sense.
But couldn't argue that everything is? Joy, fear, anger sadness?
Can you diagnose love? Can you diagnose loss?
See, we find these ways to justify it all, but is it really working?
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Thanks to (hellyes4cress) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 23, 2008
Thanks to (hellyes4cress) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 29, 2008