Addiction
By bitch2k2
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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I'm lying 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 be on this morphene cause its making me itch,
I'm trying to call the nurse again but she's being a lil bitch.
I think I'll get out of here, where I can run
Just as fast as I can,
To the middle of no where, to the middle of my thoughts and fears cause
i swear,
Your just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill!
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