Tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor
empty all the meds. Never anymore. For sure.
Throbbing in my flesh, breaking out in scarlet sores
in therapy I've been enslaved. I think I'll medicate this raise
So now I've crossed the line
Fixing up the drugs with a tiny flame
put 'em in my lungs and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me with self-fulfilling prophecies
the teacher for indulging me shit dress up with fury, fear and shame
I'll get high and I'll drive
If I were the keys then where would I be?
If it's up to me then I'll be free.
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