Where I can run, as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear, you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills they were different
Maybe i should get some help
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