I think I'll get out of here...

I'm lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine, it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again, but she's being a little bitch

Where I can run, as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill...

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Postat av: Frida

sv: jag slutar ganska sent på onsdagar å har idrott sista lektionen så vi tar det nån helg =) <3

2009-12-09 @ 18:00:35
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