| |
| Wednesday, January 24, 2007 |
I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support,
There's a shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here,
Where I can run just as fast 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 makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills, they were different
Maybe I should get some help.
Boy, don't make me worry.
Get well soon ya.
It's nice to see you smile
(:
|
|
| 7:25 AM |
|
|
| & memory lane |
|
|
 |
|
