IMPORTANT: this is not an anti-Prozac/Fluoxetine song. The song is more a lament about why I had to take it than the substance itself.
Fluoxetine did help me while I was on it and the only side effects I had where slight emotional numbness and a possible increase in risk taking. Sometimes I kinda miss being on it, it gives a subtle sense of 'Everything gonna be alright.'
I do not give permission for this song to be used for propaganda purposes by anti-fluoxetine activists, pro-Prozac activists or anyone else for that matter.
And yes that is a reference to 'Wannabe Gangsta' by Wheatus near the end. It just felt appropriate for some reason.
I feel paranoid and stoned even when I'm stone cold sober,
but crappy happy pills turn that bad trip to hangover.
I used to inject my wrist, with a razor blade,
my endorphin gland the only junk the cops couldn't take away.
But now I have a government approved drug habit
It stops me from feeling like hell, I only feel like shit.
No longer a sobbing lunatic, no more, just a miserable git.
Do you know that being carefree is not the same as apathy,
I don't know how to be carefree so I'll settle for apathy
I don't know how to be happy so I'll settle to be empty
I wasn't made to be happy so I'll just run on empty
Heaven wasn't made for me so I'll just stay in purgatory.
Heaven doesn't want me so I'll stay here for eternity
Put on a little make up,
on your arm,
to cover up the cut marks.
Wanna feel normal,
better go back to Prozac.
Better go back to far away,