25 &amp; afraid to end up like mac 
i’m starting mix prozac with xanax 
the return of the mac?
instead i’m feeling like smack cocaine 
on the wall of drug addicts and shame
the poster child of what they call lame 
i don’t want to hurt anymore i inject nova cane into my veins 

i’m feeling numb 
bad decisions yeah i’m feeling dumb 
who can i trust besides the drugs 
man no one 
feeling alone with this depression 
&amp; it weighs a ton 
nothings ever fun 
i just try my best to run away 
i lie to myself there’s no way to escape 
ankles &amp; arms wrapped around with duck tape 

i live my life in reverse my mornings are getting late it’s a curse 
nights are always early surly 

too much meds on my plate 
loosing track of time i’m skipping dates with my therapist how’s my mental state 
it’s up for sale i’m a mental case 
don’t invest in my property it’s not a safe place 
best to brace yourself 
ima fall but you’ll land with sweet amazing grace 
cuts and bruises on my face 
in this race i’ll take last place