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See, I started stealing pills from my mom

3-4-5 at a time, but now they're gone

For a minute all my problems would just fade

But the high faded too after not too long

And that's when it gets to me, that's when it hits me

That no god damn drugs can fix me

Curled up on my bed, suffering evermore

Now I'm praying to God, hoping that he'll forgive me

I'm left, trying, just to understand

Not using what's illegal, avoiding what is banned

Not using what is mine, but it should be fine!

But now it's just frickin' getting out of hand

Yeah, now I'm losing all sense of reality

Providing a false sense of immortality

Not helping anymore and it's driving me insane

Striking me with a far gone mentality.

These overwhelming headaches that feel like earthquakes

Inside of my head, and no matter how much I take

The pain won't go, yeah it's trapped inside of me

An addiction that got hold of me, that I just can't shake

It's a feeling that I get, it's a nuisance that I want

But when the high goes, there's spirits haunt-ing me

It's a chore, it's a prize, it's really just daunting to me

But when I try to walk away, the pills are taunting me

They're looking at me, saying, "Please just stay!

If you go away, then there'll be no one left to play!

We just want to be with you one more day, please!"

And although so stupid, my mind just says "Okay."

So enthralled by demons within this medication

Loving the sweet, harmful, crazed sensation

But don't be like me, yeah, the moral of the story is

Just be yourself and resist the temptation.