doctor, doctor;
i need some help;
my eyes are tired,
and my back is bent.
my dreams are crushed;
i trudge through every day.
i barely made it,
to see you today.
my aspirations have changed;
happiness is hard to find;
i need a smile,
a drug or two.
its how things are, and how things feel, and how things fell.
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