bottem of the bottle

the pill that changes me 

takes over my personality

taking it everyday 

its all ways the same

you might even call me lame

you only take

so why not take this feeling of regret away from me 

im just a mess

the drug that helps

i now pour them out into my hand

whats the piont of looking over this land

no happiness enters my body

why not come and visit me 

what have i done wrong

whats this feeling

it must me insanity 

so dont think

the chemicals rushing threw my viens

the question of normality runs threw my body

colors are more brighter

standing here now holding this lighter

together we can set this world on fire

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