Don’t do
The drugs they give you
They might seem colorful
But they open doors to doom

A storm is coming soon
I can’t see clearly here where I
Trample down twisted stairs my life
Is leaking like a broken pipe

But I can make it al go right!
I can fix the waterflow
All I need is a little pill
Just a tribute to perform my show

We go and go without no breaks
Gulping down our birthday cakes
I looked admiringly at the rope
All I need is time to confront

And to cope

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