Rebeca, Didn'T They Tell You I'M a Flintstone Kid?

Hey! I'm a bi polar mess. I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins I see why you love this bar. My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids. The drugs are free and I'll drink to that. How could I be so criminal This substance makes me sad and paranoid Could this cause the death of the Opera And if it all goes down hill I guess we could always Throw our hands in the air and ride this out. Baby, I'm sorry for causing such a scene. I'm sure that guy wasn't me I know I've been acting so obscene I've been mixing uppers and downers and it's kept me on edge. I have her face carved into my eyelids. A hearts nightmare every time I sleep. I understand I'll stand alone Idolizing something I know I'll never have. And abuse substance more. I don't want to get better alone. My will power's low, my batteries dead. You can be my witness, weakness, goddess I could be your witness, weakness, Nitwit. Until then I'll try to give up. Hey! I'm a bi polar mess. I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins I see why you love this bar. My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids. The drugs are free and I'll drink to that.