Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Unpilled tomorrow

I'm guilty of I don't know what
But it must have been bad
Because I can't shake the feeling
That my time is not my own
You take normal for granted
What I'd give to unpill myself
Living on borrowed time
Why else would my mind
Work so strongly against me
That it must be constantly
Sedated and manipulated

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