It’s Saturday. Nothing ordinary about today. They called it psychiatric, sent me home with another bottle. But this is not in my head. Hummmmm... Take this, take that, I learned to live beneath the cap. Help became a chain, a quiet fire inside my veins. Then they changed it overnight, left me shaking through the night. Body aching, stomach tied, sleep gone thin, nowhere to hide. Withdrawal Road, nowhere town, Saturday, no one around. I never chose this road of stone, but step by step, I’m moving on. Withdrawal Road, hard and cold, not healed yet, but not gone. Hummmmm... Ah... Hummmmm... Doctors play God. Open the door, close the door, call the wreckage treatment. I’m tired of being here. Hummmmm... They saw a label, not my face, not the tremor, not the pain. Every question turned away, every answer came too late. Still I wake and still I stand, shaking knees and open hands. Hummmmm... Let the silence tell the truth: I'm still here. I'm still proof. Withdrawal Road, nowhere town, Saturday is fading out. I never chose this road of stone, but step by step, I carry on. Withdrawal Road, hard and cold, not healed today, but not gone. Fair? Maybe not? But I'm still walkin'.. Original lyrics by LILLYLOVE123 (@csaenz). Sound and production by LILLYLOVE123 & TENGÜRA. © 2026 LILLYLOVE123 & TENGÜRA | Collaboration.
