Lying here on the floor where you left me. I think I took so much. I'm crying here, what have you done?. I thought it would be fun. I cant 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 think I get out of here. Where i can run just as fast as I can, to the middle of nowhere. To de middle of my frustrated fears. And I sware you're just like a pill, instaed on making me better, you keep making me ill, you keep making me ill.
