The Simple Life
All my life - I've been trying to find
Such a beautiful place,
Like the one in my mind.
Somewhere that no one else can trace.
Now here I am
Standing in front of it,
Not giving a damn,
Not even a small, tiny, bit.
I look through the glass
Only to see,
People with such color and sass;
And I have the key.
I finally found it - Someplace I can call mine.
A beautiful place
That no one can find
A spot that only I can face
But doctor - there's a problem;
I am all out of Fioricet.
So please - prescribe me more ma'am
Just so I can get
Back to that glass,
That wonderful, carefree
Place. One that will last.
So please - Oh please - will you help me?
So I can escape mankind?
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