Tired of the toughts, tired of the fight
The drugs win out again to night
Please don't look, I'm such a frightful sight
At lest I didn't give in
To those haunting voices again
I guess I can count that as a win
Now I'll just lay here feeling nothing but numb
In my cranium there starts a hums
That soon turns into sounds of drums
That will soon lure me to sleep
So my secrets I can keep
With the drugs I can bury them deep
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Tired of the toughts, tired of the fight
The drugs win out again to night
Please don't look, I'm such a frightful sight
At lest I didn't give in
To those haunting voices again
I guess I can count that as a win
Now I'll just lay here feeling nothing but numb
In my cranium there starts a hums
That soon turns into sounds of drums
That will soon lure me to sleep
So my secrets I can keep
With the drugs I can bury them deep
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