Prozac Baby

I’m the way the pills dictate I should be.
I am the girl that the doctor made me.
I’m not the person you agreed to see
Because now I am your Prozac baby.

I won’t feel down if you don’t call for days,
And I won’t feel up when you give me praise,
Won’t cry if you say I’m not worth the K’s,
Because of my own medicated daze.

I am your Prozac baby, not your girl,
You can tell as you watch my soul unfurl.
See who I am when I take that white pearl…
No, don’t think that! I am not the same girl.

Is the rain still wet because I can’t tell...
At least I can’t tell that I am in hell.
My feelings for pills, is it a good sell?
Maybe I should have just told you farewell.

Hey darling, I am your Prozac baby.
Truly, if now you don’t even want me,
I won’t be hurt by you or disagree
I’m dead inside, I don’t need company.