On the outskirts

Pacing on the outskirts
Holding my mind in my hand
What have they done to me
Who am I
Tiny round pills
Circumvent my personality
Large white capsules
Wipe the smile from my face
The red ones
Oh the red ones
Take a pull from my soul
Yet I appear together
I fit the mold
Let’s ignore the effects
Let’s pretend I am fixed
Let me throw back a few more
So I’ll feel even better
After all come sunrise, come sunset
Medicine rules my world


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