cough syrup in my blood
my brain begins to flood
thoughts of anger and suspicion
now i feel im definitely trippin
this game in my head
only freedom is bed
but the thoughts only rest
and then the pain in my chest
starts to settle
one last pedal
before the whole flower dies
and comes to surface all the lies
that i carried
and tried to bury
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