When your doctor only sees you as a barcode

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"Dad slow down,
Control your heart rate,
Cause they don't make pills for heartbreak.

And now you're six feet,
And that sh*t stings,
You were screamin' for help,
Nobody listening,

I know you're with me,
But you ain't with me,
When you're way up there,
Do you miss me?"