[Verse 1] They told me you were bipolar — stamped a label on your life, And our whole family paid the price for a diagnosis that wasn’t right. I watched you lose sleep night after night, Watched eighty pounds pile on while you lost your fight. Memory gone, anger sharp, paranoia in your eyes, Sleeping fourteen hours a day while they fed you more lies. How were you supposed to take care of us this way, When the man I married was buried under what they gave? [Pre-Chorus] Dishonesty, cheating, chaos tearing through our home, And I was left protecting our daughter on my own. [Chorus] Eight years stolen — and I’m done staying quiet. They handed out pills like candy and called it “science.” They said you were sick, but the truth was defiance Against the harm those drugs caused while we lived through the violence. Insomnia, weight gain, memory loss, PSSD — They said it was “your condition,” but it wasn’t, it was the chemistry. Eight years stolen — and I’m done staying quiet. [Verse 2] You were never like this before that first prescription hit, Then they stacked more and more until nothing fit. They didn’t see the danger in your eyes, Didn’t see the reckless driving, the dopamine highs. Didn’t see you chasing anything to feel alive, Didn’t see me praying our daughter would survive. They didn’t see the cheating, the lies, the fear, They weren’t the ones living with the fallout year after year. [Pre-Chorus] They didn’t see me breaking while you slipped away, Didn’t see the cost of what they gave you every day. [Chorus] Eight years stolen — and I’m done staying quiet. They handed out pills like candy and called it “science.” They said you were sick, but the truth was defiance Against the harm those drugs caused while we lived through the violence. Insomnia, weight gain, memory loss, PSSD — They said it was “your condition,” but it wasn’t, it was the chemistry. Eight years stolen — and I’m done staying quiet. [Bridge] And then I found a whole community living the same hell, Spouses with stories that matched ours detail for detail. People told their loved ones were “bipolar,” “depressed,” “ADHD,” But the symptoms were born from the pills, not their identity. We survived what so many marriages don’t, We crawled out of the fire when others won’t. It’s not fair, it’s not okay — No one understands what these drugs do until they live it day by day. [Final Chorus] Eight years stolen — but we made it through. And I’m telling the world what these pills can do. It wasn’t your heart failing, it wasn’t your mind, It was chemistry twisting you into someone unkind. We survived the storm, but I’ll never forget it — Eight years stolen, and I’m done letting them edit it.
