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Modern medicine can't save me from myself
Modern medicine can't save me from myself.
When the pills run out I fall into hell.
My mind is angry and full of self hate,
But I'll continue living out of spite
Fear grips me every day -
I hold the blade and then put it away.
You'll never see me in the grips of my terror!
I don't want you to see me slip in my errors.
My brain is broken. Thanks genetics.
My hands just tremble - they're kinetic.
The fire ignites, and I'm tempted
To burn my skin to feel the emptiness.
Tomorrow I'll wake up - it will all be a dream
I'll forget what hurt - nothing's as it seems;
Chart my moods with religious fervor,
And pretend and laugh like I'm just fine.
