Mood:  down

if i could find a way to make you stay

would you be with me till the end of days

to see inside of my wicked mind

plays tricks on me like i'm dead inside

but you could come play with my friends

they are with me aways to the bitter end

can't see them now they always hide

they whisper things like i'm dead inside

so please give me pills

so please give me pills

i look for love but they give me chills

please give me pills 

lack of control by no one in particular at 8:42 PM PST

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