Hills of Pills
Standing alone here on my hill
I struggle everyday to take my pills
blue and green fading away
the red ness blush of my face
the wind blows nice and calm,
im relaxed to know that everythings gone
i know that time is very demanding
I can't wait till im no longer standing
The pain and struggle that i encounter everyday
keeps me here, and keeps me away
from all the things that make me take
these pill and keeps my mental state.
Copyright © Jarryd Lapp | Year Posted 2006
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