Written by Shayla D. Smith
My Mind is What is the matter
And although I see it all the time
The mistakes are marked in red.
And these little Yellow pills are
What slows me Down.
But if you knew that pain of that fire,
Of that unquenchable flame
That threatens and precedes me
I can never get along.
You could see why I
Never quite fit in with you
And never was able to let go.
And had to walk home alone
Even walking the other way
As you raced on.
And that's all it took
For your domination.
So, I'll pick another straw and
What did you come up with?
I had a pair, but
Someone stole the other half
Now I'm stuck with only one drink
And only one way out.
I'll leave before the last glass drops to the floor.
I think I got the better Half.
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