I feel the
music. My genius is free!
I’ve got
talent baby, don’t you agree?
It must be an
angel compassionately kind
who’s decided
to grant me this wonderful time.
I’m not
taking drugs now except for caffeine,
and that’s quite
enough to write lyrics and sing.
If you ever
had my best interest in mind
just cool it,
I’m having a wonderful time.
The road to
freedom becomes pretty steep;
some people survive,
others die in their sleep.
Just go to
your dresser, pull out my file.
Consign it
to Hell; I’ve crawled my last mile.
I’d always
hoped we’d part with a smile,
but you and
I baby cannot reconcile.
You clouded
my vision; you worried me blind.
That’s no
prescription for having good times.
alex
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