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Shoveing Pills Down My Throat
They shove pills down my throat
They tell me something's wrong with me
How can I think straight with all this yelling and screaming
They tell me I'm depressed
I think I have a right to be
Come home late, get slapped
I can never escape
I'm stuck in this abusive galaxy
Where no angel comes to help
They tell me something's wrong with me
How can I think straight with all this yelling and screaming
They tell me I'm depressed
I think I have a right to be
Come home late, get slapped
I can never escape
I'm stuck in this abusive galaxy
Where no angel comes to help
Published 11th Jul 2013
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