(Don't Let The Dragon) Draag On

To be here. here. head for those who ain't Been held too close in times of pain. When the ceiling drips, Room's bathed in gray. Outside's a trip For another day. I keep telling those, Expelling those negative hoes to go Away. But it seems to grip more Every day. Walls get taller. I self-medicate. "And how did you get this low?" That's what they all spoke for every word they Had to say. Better off just leaving me this way. Guess it's in a world that I dreamt of. How many hits can one heart take? How many hits can one heart make? I wrap myself inside my duvet. You think those blue giants feel the same? You think they ever have these days? You think they ever have these You think they Ever have