Marmaris - Keep making me ill

I'm lying here on the floor where you left me, I think I took too much. I'm crying here, what have you done? I thought it would be fun.

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch. I can't stay on your morphine, cause it's making me itch. I said I tried to call the nurse again, but she's being a little bitch. I think I'll get out of here where I can run, just as fast as I can. To the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears. And I swear, you're just like a pill. Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill. You keep making me ill..

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