On my Arse

I'm on my arse I don't want to be
I have no control over my thoughts
my time, my day. I can't escape
or even choose a medium to feel better
I'm also adjusting to a new drug; more promises
I'm tired and no one is getting the best of me
even more sadly for me I don't and I know
somewhere in all this in me I'm fucking awesome

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