ForTheRush
Bluelighter
My is'nt sorrow a good high
goodbye
Definatley something you should try
goodbye
Pay up you owe me a good cry
goodbye
blame it all on an inanimate object you cant blame at all, saying we have have no minds of own, thinking with that mind of stone, everything so concrete, i dont want drugs drugs want me, Go away drugs and leave me alone, I'll sever relationships and throw away home, That will show those dirt powders, wich gave me power for 30 hours, On to start my sober life, asking drugs "its over right?", I gave up this so called fight, where will I go with my new knowledge?, programs, rehabs, meetings, college?, all my problems abloished and my life polished, following my new M.D. sheperd, onward to the lines of eckerd!!, Is not my addiction its my prescription, and its due to be filled, so move aside or you could be killed, oh sweet little pills!,
refills refills so often I see pills, red pills, blue pills, a pills, b pills, a pill for one thing to counter another, my over the counter mother and the love she smothers as she gives birth to brothers, uncle prozac is back in the stack, coupled with my anti heart attack, and seroquel to control how I act, How bout a remote control stuck in my back, and my dignity shoved up my crack, oh boy that would be fun, im add so dex gets me spun, stigmatizims, schizims, and stigmatas, from swallowing anti narcotic narcata, spitting anti narcotic provada, saying how great it is to have my mind back, all it took was a spine tap and a blind act, of faith, falling till i find grace, all i need was to be tolled, and 49 grand tightly rolled, half of what i used in life, for 30 days of countless fights, let me count my rights, but watch the names cause they could sue, and disguise it as just helping you, so no im sober in "reality", with nothing left to challenge me..........
goodbye
Definatley something you should try
goodbye
Pay up you owe me a good cry
goodbye
blame it all on an inanimate object you cant blame at all, saying we have have no minds of own, thinking with that mind of stone, everything so concrete, i dont want drugs drugs want me, Go away drugs and leave me alone, I'll sever relationships and throw away home, That will show those dirt powders, wich gave me power for 30 hours, On to start my sober life, asking drugs "its over right?", I gave up this so called fight, where will I go with my new knowledge?, programs, rehabs, meetings, college?, all my problems abloished and my life polished, following my new M.D. sheperd, onward to the lines of eckerd!!, Is not my addiction its my prescription, and its due to be filled, so move aside or you could be killed, oh sweet little pills!,
refills refills so often I see pills, red pills, blue pills, a pills, b pills, a pill for one thing to counter another, my over the counter mother and the love she smothers as she gives birth to brothers, uncle prozac is back in the stack, coupled with my anti heart attack, and seroquel to control how I act, How bout a remote control stuck in my back, and my dignity shoved up my crack, oh boy that would be fun, im add so dex gets me spun, stigmatizims, schizims, and stigmatas, from swallowing anti narcotic narcata, spitting anti narcotic provada, saying how great it is to have my mind back, all it took was a spine tap and a blind act, of faith, falling till i find grace, all i need was to be tolled, and 49 grand tightly rolled, half of what i used in life, for 30 days of countless fights, let me count my rights, but watch the names cause they could sue, and disguise it as just helping you, so no im sober in "reality", with nothing left to challenge me..........
