Baked from Sleepless Summers by Joseph Hall

Sitting, watching one single channel.
TV that's protected by glass.
Can't speak anymore, or they'll chain me to the floor,
and in the process they might kick my ass.

Nurse comes and she asks, "why the problems?"
I said "lately, I just can't seem to solve 'em."
She said "give him some pills!"
Left me naked with chills,
and in the morning sent me three different bills.
Well thanks a lot...I asked for help but debt was all I got.

Everyday the misinformation,
people blaming things on my generation.
It's all about left or right,
black hispanic or white, don't you know that they just want us to fight?

Well I'll shut up and ask no more questions,
I'll stop and drop this talk of depression.
But they're shooting us still, for their media thrills,
and then they ask "why the millennial ills?"
HA!
Well thanks a lot. We asked nothing and still were left to rot.

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