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A Postcard From Hell
The cross is heavy; what a burden
What don't get better just seems to worsen, I don't even know this person
Don't look at me; I hate my life, two more oxies maybe I'll sleep tonight
From fun to habit gotta have it, this is tragic; I need some magic
I'm insane and my thoughts are static
Full throttle; hit the bottom, high as hell
Stagger, wobble, eat them pills gobble, gobble
Shaking more than a panic attack, will I find my way back
On my knees, God take my life; insanity cuts me like a knife
What's your secret? This is mine
Ain't got the strength to even fight, not tonight
I keep a smile but inside I crumble, every way I turn I stumble
I sit in tears; can't take it now, I live in hell and I'm breaking down
Scared as hell, waking up shaking and my body's twitching
Feel like hell; look at my health, sad when you can't trust your self
I'm trapped in a maze, I give up
I'm running in place; my feet are stuck
Things I've done I'm so embarrassed, pawned the things that I most cherished
Search all day for what I need, demeanors mean, my eyes are green
Always shaking, body's hurting
I look to the sky wondering if anyone hears my cries as I hallucinate with open eyes
What don't get better just seems to worsen, I don't even know this person
Don't look at me; I hate my life, two more oxies maybe I'll sleep tonight
From fun to habit gotta have it, this is tragic; I need some magic
I'm insane and my thoughts are static
Full throttle; hit the bottom, high as hell
Stagger, wobble, eat them pills gobble, gobble
Shaking more than a panic attack, will I find my way back
On my knees, God take my life; insanity cuts me like a knife
What's your secret? This is mine
Ain't got the strength to even fight, not tonight
I keep a smile but inside I crumble, every way I turn I stumble
I sit in tears; can't take it now, I live in hell and I'm breaking down
Scared as hell, waking up shaking and my body's twitching
Feel like hell; look at my health, sad when you can't trust your self
I'm trapped in a maze, I give up
I'm running in place; my feet are stuck
Things I've done I'm so embarrassed, pawned the things that I most cherished
Search all day for what I need, demeanors mean, my eyes are green
Always shaking, body's hurting
I look to the sky wondering if anyone hears my cries as I hallucinate with open eyes
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