Lying here on the floor, where you left me. I think I took too much. I crying here, what have you done? I thougth it would be fun.
I can't stay on your life support, theres a shortage in the switch. I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch.
I said I tired to call the nurse again, but she's being a little bitch. I'll thing I'll get out of here.
Where I can run just as fas as I can. To the middle of nowhere. To the middle of my frustrated fears.
And I swear you're just like a pill. Instead of making me better. You keep making me ill. YOU KEEP MAKING ME ILL.

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