Tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor
Empty all the meds.
Never anymore.
For sure.
Throbbing in my flesh, breaking out in scarlet sores
In therapy I've been enslaved.
I think I'll medicate this rage
So now I cross the line
Fixing up the drugs with a tiny flame
Put them in my lungs and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me with self-fulfilling prophecies
The teacher for indulging me, his shit dressed up in fury fear and shame
I'll get high and drive
If I were the keys then where would I be?
If it's up to me then I will be free
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