Routine of drugs to see me through
Drugs I'm told will make me new
Splitting my days, in multiples of two
Sticking me together again with glue.
Drugs like treacle bind
meandyou
1st safe, then I drown - this can't be true
With time I begin to think things through...
Drugs that help me
stic...kto...yo.u
Every day my months turn to glue
And although my skies aren't exactly blue
My eyes are now a muddy hue
My soul beaten up...
...by you.
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