I'm trying to make up my mind Madness or cruel-to-be-kind? Your mother was sick or blind When she gave her 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 cannot understand the pressures "...you must be sick in the head You need a hospital bed" she said "Properly fed" she said "Or you're going to wind up dead" So you were put In the hands of science Strangers who understood Better than mothers could It was really "for your own good" See, we find these ways To justify it all Are they really working? I'm trying to make up my mind 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 have done it out of love I must believe it was an act of kindness I keep imagining the film 'Girl Interrupted' With less attractive inmates "All of the things that you feel They are a f**ing disease" they said "We diagnose it with ease" they said "There is no hope of a release" they said So you found yourself Inside a prison with no escape Tied to a gurney with thick red tape Nursing a wound that is mother-shape "When can I go back home? I want to make a f**ing call All these pills do is make me sleep..." Onetwoonetwoonetwo You wished you could unmake yourself Become something else To be something awful "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 you argue that everything is? Joy, fear, anger, sadness? Can you diagnose love? Can you diagnose loss? See, we find this ways To justify it all But is it really working?