Room 219 was where I laid
When they locked me up
And took my keys away

Manic and with just my luck
They tased me as they picked me up
A week or more without much sleep
And now they come to rescue me

I straightened up so I could see
The wear and tear upon my knees
And how it felt while begging please
To shake off this fucked up disease

And while you’d never hear me cry
Or shed a tear and ask God why
How drug abuse cannot deny
Then look into my blood shot eyes

The doctors, nurses, patients’ cries
That lie behind euphoric highs
Will make you think not once but twice
On how you plan to just survive

Don’t think I’ve never felt the pain
Of dying from my own insane
I’ve broken through too many chains
And find it hard for me to blame

Unanswered prayers get questioned last
While peeking through the looking glass
That God himself will answer fast
When your life gets out of grasp

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