You probably don’t know what it means to be traumatized

Half your memory gets stuffed in box

Of who you are and always been

How could you be confident

In what you can’t remember

Whats been severed

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

You’re just the image of someone claiming suicide

A grave word you lightly toss

But did the cops take you in

Strap you down to a bed

Mom scrape the meds from your mouth

Blood to the ground

You’ve stolen the truth of our lives

So misunderstood such lonely nights

You don’t come from a place of disability

Your problem lies in distinguishing

Character flaws from mutilation

When the brain’s a broken organ

It’s not a choice it’s a life sentence

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

You criticize losing a fight as plight for fame

Your mild case of sad thoughts are not the same

As a disease that you sell

Your commodity don’t represent me

Or the freak you claim to be

You’ve stolen the truth of our lives

So misunderstood such lonely nights

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

You’ve stolen the truth of our lives

For the rain dog for the rain dog I write

So misunderstood such lonely nights

There are different degrees of pain

Depending on your chemistry

I’m asking for there to be a distinction

So that ableism doesn’t creep in

Like neon pilots

When the goal was to lower the stigma

By people who don’t fully grasp the disease

It’s like a blind man who can’t be more dedicated to seeing

Or a cancer death not being attention seeking

It’s a broken cognition

Mixing overdrive with darkness

That brings you to your knees

You’ve stolen the truth of our lives

So misunderstood such lonely nights