Doctor Doctor.

The silence echoes in the hallways.
It's so cold outside not even the kids will come out and play.
Can't even make my words play today.
Can't even express what I want to say.
So doctor, doctor give me them drugs.
The uppers, the downers, or all the above.
I'm just dying to feel that buzz,
Because I'm all alone beating out my living room rug.
Pop one, pop two, aww hell down the whole bottle.
Get to death faster like I'm going full throttle.
I'm so far gone it's too late to remodel,
Because fighting off gravity is beyond impossible.
So down into the dark I wander.
Am I dead yet? I stop to ponder.
Probably not because I have yet to see a light out yonder.
So I take another breath to squander.
Mmm yeah. I've never felt so good.
In my own world. My own neck of the woods.
A place where I will never be misunderstood.
A world where there is sunshine, not darkness that broods.
So let me dwell in the abyss of my mind.
I'm just trying to find a place for my insecurities to hide,
And to discover that place where no one will ever find
All the secrets I have confined.

Why yes doctor, I am a mental case. I guess you'll be seeing more of me now won't ya?