Black Cherry.

Steel bars weighing me down.

Bringing me down

Out of this town, I think.

Out of my mind, I know.

Out of my words, I’m not so sure.

I wish I would speak slow.

Bind me, keep me on a leash

or else I’ll run away,

and if you keep me on a leash

I’ll somehow get away.

But if you didn’t care at all,

then I’d be sure to stay.

I’m addicted to the game and allergic to the same.

So I’m always sick.

Sick in the stomach and sick in the head.

Sick.

Laying in bed.

It’s sick.

Bait me, hook me

I’ll be done for sure.

Let me alone.

Find me a cure.