Don't you want to touch me
Don't you want to feel my pain
Don't you want to swim down
the chanels of my veins
Can't you taste the poison
flowing slowly through the brain
Medication made in Hell
makes one feel like they're insane
Feel the sorrow baked into the marrow of the bone
Feel the lungs gasping for air
just to let out a simple groan
Feel the grip of depression
that comes from drugged induced
The voices nagging endlessly
Telling you there simply is no use
All because of asthma chronic though it be
You haven't given in to one
Hoping someday to be free