Self-Medicated

They say I am sick, but this should do the trick

To make the shakes stop and make the ache stop

 

This one makes the voices go away

This one makes the pain decay

This one makes the cravings subside

This one makes me numb inside

 

An infinite array of drugs, to run the mass emotions

Controlling these ideas of suicide, so I can’t fulfill this fantasy

 

This one makes the world stop spinning

This one makes my heart keep beating

But, this one makes it all end

This one makes it all end…

 

Can I get enough to sustain this high

Or will it cause death to draw nigh

It really does not matter anymore

To you, I am just another w***e

Just another f*****g w***e

Never happy, needing more

But I know how to settle the score

By taking more, and more, and more…