It's 1:30 in the
morning
and your high on pills
Poor little girl,
Just can't climb these hills
It's 1:30 in the morning,
and she can't seem to read her own brain,
Her eye's are blood shot
and she's cursing everyone's name
Hands shaking, brain hurting,
And she'swriting this quote
It's 1:30 in the morning,
and finally, a true poem she wrote
and your high on pills
Poor little girl,
Just can't climb these hills
It's 1:30 in the morning,
and she can't seem to read her own brain,
Her eye's are blood shot
and she's cursing everyone's name
Hands shaking, brain hurting,
And she's
It's 1:30 in the morning,
and finally, a true poem she wrote
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