Begging, pleading, needing, bleeding
You fobbed me off with pills prescribed
Through your professional gaze
You spoke to me in jargon
Then you sent me on my way
I took your pills like clockwork
Which then left me in this daze
So now i ask you this...
If i should kill somebody now!
Would it not be your fault?
You never called me back!
Appointments promised didn't come
Just more of your damn pills
Would you not be the responsible
For my drug crazed attack?
I will leave you with this darker thought
While you carry on with others
Who pretend they have a problem
So they get their benefit
And all the time you spend with shirkers
My mind plays a little game
And as i sit here waiting
Personalities may split
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