The World Turns Cold

Let us have a conversation Let me tell you what I think Do you want to see The real pure me Take your pen And write this down For I am out of sync With this world's time I just need a tool To get all better I have what's right for you It is a little white pill 90 mg of pure bliss Mist Apathy And indifference I don't know what to do now With this pill The world turns cold And I cannot think straight Or feel a thing You don't know what life is Until you've lost it Take your pills And let them burn For I am done with Sedatives and doctors Once I saw the light I wouldn't go back to that No