I once wrote a letter to Santa,
I'm gassy. I need some Mylanta.
Then Santa wrote back
asked, Are you on crack?
That's one stupid wish I can't grant-a!
Stuck with gas, no antacid had Santa
as he flew Christmas Eve near Atlanta.
When Santa Claus farted,
the reindeer all darted.
And poor Santa cried out, "Oh, Mylanta!”
Weed, Pills, Coke
Some things I crave to do
Cut, Run, Isolate
All of which would hurt you
High, Intoxication, Scars
The aftermath
Careless, Unstable, Deadly
None of it used to sound so bad
Bowls, Mirrors, Blades
Once it had felt so good
Paranoia, Blackouts, Blood
No more because I cant go on without you
Mylanta, Tums, Writing
The last resort
You, Music, Myself
My only support
Rape, Abuse, Lies
It all needs put behind me
Thoughts, Urges, Reactions
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
Future, Life, Goals
Theres so much to live for
Drugs, Mutilation, Impulses
I need you, them no more
Want, Need, Crave
What I experience too much
Hugs, Kisses, Sex
Yet its more than just your touch
Butterflies, Weakened, Amazed
From everything you do
Attached, Captured, Committed
Its safe to say I'm In Love With You
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