The Truth About The Quadratic Formula

I wrote in in Algebra. It rhymes.

I feel like you know what you're doing
Because you once knew me so well
Or maybe it's just my own paranoia
That's putting me through my own hell

I'm taking antidepressants to help get me through this
I've added Wellbutrin because you made it worse
150 miligrams just to help me forget
That you were my last when I was only your first

You hoped I would find what I was looking for
But you know I only want to find you
I'm looking for some way out of this mess
But I'm ignoring the door that leads to the truth

I could probably leave all of this behind me
If I could admit that I know the way
But the only way to get to tomorrow
Is to let go of my hold on today's yesterday

I've been trapped in this why-bother-to-wonderland
Without knowing that it's all just a dream
You wouldn't be farther away if I woke
So I guess what I'd miss is your memory

I feel like you know what you're doing
Because you once knew me so well
But I've been alone for so long now
You'd think I'd be able to tell