I took the little pill,
I held it my hand.
There I felt so free,
Like I was king of the land.
I felt like a bird,
I felt so free I did.
I couldn't stop to think,
What would happen to my life,
Until the day I am dead.
I am lost without a home,
I am living on the streets.
Looking for a place to hide,
And something good to eat.
I should have thought before I acted,
Now the pain I shed.
I never felt this much pain before,
Now I wish I were dead.
I was being very stupid,
When I took that pill.
Now I am an addict,
And living in this hell.
No one told me one little pill was bad,
Why did I become an addict?
I'm just going to end up dead.
I learned my lesson,
Long and hard.
I will never use that pill again,
Because now I am messed up in the head.
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