sometimes the stress just gets too much
and i don't think a can handle such
a dryup it's stressin me
messin me
f3ckin me up

codine and vallium just can't cut
falling deeper and deeper stuck in a rut
drifting, shaking, losin ma mind
f3cked up beyond all beleif, for somethin a can't find
i run i fall i bleed i cry
harder and harder and faster i try
head spinning, covulsin
just killin maself for somethin
bottle a ket and a 9mil shot
not as good an idea as i thought
ye better not run, ye better not die
ye better not hide and tell me lies

by Robbie Miller

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