Uncompletely Mental
I'm uncompletely mental I have no ending point I sit here unrelaxed at home I'll smoke a joint To the backstreets of Toronto with my money I'll go to the drug dealer's 'spot' with a gun he'll show Stop if you can for I don't think you will it's hard to stop someone who's addicted to this pill I know you are my conscience you're supposed to be my guide but now I live a life of shame I've nowhere left to hide So leave me letf to be don't you ask me why? It will not be your fault If I 'accidentally' die. Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 11:57 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I'm uncompletely mental..."