One verses eight
It was my fate
Fighting
Punches like lightning
They surrounded me
The doctors and cops wouldn't leave me be
I attacked
They climbed on my back
I threw them all like rag dolls
Mess with me in a rage, you got to have some balls
Freaking out
All I could do was fight and shout
He creeped up from behind
A doctor gave me a shot, a tranquillizer kind
I still fought till it kicked in
This was where their win started to begin
They strapped me down to the bed
I had so much adrenalin in my body and head
I felt like I was dying
To get free, I was trying
I couldn't breathe anymore
1,2,3,4
I woke up somewhere I didn't know
It looked like a mental television show
I asked a nurse where I was at
She said "a psyche ward," I just sat
I was confused why I was in there
Probably cause I acted like an angry bear
It was one of the worst times I've ever had
The psyche ward was bad
I ended up going there one more time
I was suicidal and not fine
I hope to never go there again
Suicidal again, then...
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