back

1,2,3,4
I see my self on the floor

I look behind and theres the door

I can't take any more
I'm in pain

it's a shame 

for sure I have to keep that name

only in the back of my brain

I'm in the need of some help

I take all the pills I can

But man they don't help a bit

I'm sick of all their shit

the voices won't quit

not even in my sleep

so when I wake up I take a heep

of pills

all they do is give me the chills

my med bills 

are adding up

damn it wheres a clean cup