Question
Hey bot can you help me finish a song? If you want you can also change or extend the parts of the song that I already have. Here is what I have so far.
(Pre-Chorus)
They say that money can't buy happiness, but the money I put into these drugs have conquered my life with a smug.
I tell myself I don't need therapy, I'm not crazy or insane, I'm just a little drifted away from reality.
I refuse to take responsibility.
(Chorus)
I don't expect you to understand, you could never be where I stand.
I try and try but just tell myself I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a medicine that keeps me alive.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine.
The song's about Antidepressant Prozac (Fluoxetine) pills or as people call them 'Happy Pills'. This song's about a person that represents me that takes these 'Happy Pills' to try to reduce their anxiety and depression but only makes it worse and worse as it goes, the worse that they get their body convinces them that the medication is working when in reality it's just making them sink deeper into the hold that they are digging.
(Pre-Chorus)
They say that money can't buy happiness, but the money I put into these drugs have conquered my life with a smug.
I tell myself I don't need therapy, I'm not crazy or insane, I'm just a little drifted away from reality.
I refuse to take responsibility.
(Chorus)
I don't expect you to understand, you could never be where I stand.
I try and try but just tell myself I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a medicine that keeps me alive.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine.
The song's about Antidepressant Prozac (Fluoxetine) pills or as people call them 'Happy Pills'. This song's about a person that represents me that takes these 'Happy Pills' to try to reduce their anxiety and depression but only makes it worse and worse as it goes, the worse that they get their body convinces them that the medication is working when in reality it's just making them sink deeper into the hold that they are digging.
Answers
GPT-4o mini
Sure! I can help you expand and enhance your song. Here’s an extended and refined version of what you already have, maintaining the theme and emotions you’ve captured.
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**(Pre-Chorus)**
They say that money can't buy happiness, but the cash I spend on these drugs has conquered my life with a smug.
I tell myself I don't need therapy, I'm not crazy or insane, just a little lost in this fog of a paralysis.
I refuse to take responsibility,
Trapped in this cycle, it’s a false clarity.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Verse 1)**
Chasing shadows in the dead of night,
While the glow of my screen fights against the light.
Each whisper of hope, just a fleeting refrain,
Wearing thin, this façade, it feels like a chain.
"Just breathe," they say, but I’m gasping for air,
A smile on my face, but nobody's aware.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Bridge)**
They tell me it’s normal, this cycle we tread,
But I’m losing my grip, should I follow or dread?
The laughter rings hollow, echoes in my head,
Each moment of silence weighs heavy instead.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Outro)**
So here’s to the battles fought inside my soul,
Drowning in comforts that never make me whole.
Maybe one day, I’ll break from this climb,
And find the strength to say, I’m taking back my time.
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Feel free to adjust any lines or change anything that doesn’t fit exactly the way you’d like!
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**(Pre-Chorus)**
They say that money can't buy happiness, but the cash I spend on these drugs has conquered my life with a smug.
I tell myself I don't need therapy, I'm not crazy or insane, just a little lost in this fog of a paralysis.
I refuse to take responsibility,
Trapped in this cycle, it’s a false clarity.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Verse 1)**
Chasing shadows in the dead of night,
While the glow of my screen fights against the light.
Each whisper of hope, just a fleeting refrain,
Wearing thin, this façade, it feels like a chain.
"Just breathe," they say, but I’m gasping for air,
A smile on my face, but nobody's aware.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Bridge)**
They tell me it’s normal, this cycle we tread,
But I’m losing my grip, should I follow or dread?
The laughter rings hollow, echoes in my head,
Each moment of silence weighs heavy instead.
**(Chorus)**
I don't expect you to understand, you could never walk in these shoes on this crooked land.
I try and try but the mirror tells me I can't, happy pills on my nightstand.
With every dose, I feel a rise, a bittersweet masquerade, a lifeline to disguise.
A runny nose and a prescription that I claim as mine,
But deep inside I know, I’m running out of time.
**(Outro)**
So here’s to the battles fought inside my soul,
Drowning in comforts that never make me whole.
Maybe one day, I’ll break from this climb,
And find the strength to say, I’m taking back my time.
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Feel free to adjust any lines or change anything that doesn’t fit exactly the way you’d like!