Lying here on the floor where u left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here what have you done?
I can't stay on your life support
there's a shortage in the switch
I cant 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'll think I'll get out of 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 making me better
You're making me ill
You keep making me ill
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