Better

You'll feel better,
won't want to bleed,
Prozac, Heroin or Weed.
Lies they tell,
truth they've told,
any drug to take a hold.
Eat a pill,
smoke a joint,
Tracks from Needles?  What's your point?
Drowning in
the wishing well,
my own personal pre-hell.
Do you like it?
How's the trip?
Feeling better? Here's a tip:
You're not a master,
you're a slave,
no-one carries you to your grave.
You are human,
prove a point,
drop the needle, flush the joint.
Flush that shit
out of your veins
save your kidneys, liver, brains.
Can you take it?
Can you last?
Dredge the demons from your past.
Save yourself,
save your friends,
don't spend your life, just make amends.
Make decisions,
without the pill,
You're not broken, only ill.
Trust yourself,
not the law,
know you are worth fighting for.
Pull the pin
on your past,
ditch that shit, you're free at last.