Ben Sparaco - MEDS

The sun came too late,
The moon came too soon,
This is where I will spend my life,
Locked inside this white room,
No illness is too deadly,
No sickness is too slim,
The gentle part of my heart I must slowly trim,
Strapped arms sting,
My meds they rush to bring,
My ears loudly ring,
I never saw myself this way,
God my mind oh has it betrayed,
Though my body is trapped here forever,
To be cured I will never,

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Ben Sparaco

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