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by Cemp Mar 27, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I need my pills Not one or two Enough to kill The bottle will do Take them down One at a time Thru my frown Pay for my crime I feel so tired Can't go on It is time I retired Yawn As I lay down for my sleep My heart skips a beat I am going deep I will feel the heat