Run....

Run....Run....Run....Run,

I got paranoia apparently,

Keep thinking ppl R after me.

Twilight garden mirrors reflect,

N I skrew my body with neglect.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From shadows in the dark,

N strangers in the park.

I'm a Schizo says the NHS,

But I blather shit best left at rest.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From cold sweat horror dreams,

With no idea what they mean.

I'm a hospital club card member,

Pls don't rip if I don't remember.

My life's been on medical hold,

A hospital annoyance bolshie n bold.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run.

My days R getting shorter,

Should I hv bn a 40 yr old aborter? 

But I never know what's coming,

So that's why I keep on running.

Run....Run....Run....Run.

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The Flat

Flat, flat,

I'm stuck in my pad,

How long, 

Many days I've had.

Rot, rot, 

Left to rot,

Bored of the stream, 

TVs ear claptrot, 

Toke, toke, 

Just one toke,

Licking that pipe,

It's an expensive joke.

Dad, Dad, 

Tell your Dad, 

He don't even care, 

How many licks I've had. 

Bed, bed, 

I'm tied to this bed, 

Got nowhere to go, 

I'll dissolve in this bed. 

Sore, sore, 

I'm really sore, 

Just rolling to pain,

So can't write any more.

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