In confinement with my snow
Locks up me up, one way to Go.
Down or up it's all the same
Everyday, it's so mundane.
To the doctors there I went,
To get prescribed my money spent.
"a.d.d., bi polar and depression"
Doctors words like an obsession.
"don't give up" the doctor said
"your a nice young man and so clean cut."
"okay thanks"
(I hear so many compliments, it makes me sick,
I get so tired of lifes bullshit.)
Make this end, make it stop
My hat was raised but now it's dropped.
In confinement with my snow.
Up and down away I go.
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