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Hello Drama Queen, How are you feeling today? Is your mind running clearly, Or is it running astray? Is the anxiety building? Like all eyes are watching you? And judgment is being held Over all that you say and do? Can you make it through the day, Without your little white pill? But, no, you surely can’t, For it controls your mind still. Oh, yes, you have tried, Without much success, By using other means To relieve all your stress. Don’t you look in the mirror And hate that girl you see? That wild child there Who claims she is free. Who is that young woman? The one who tells you these lies. Bearing her façade of no fears Within the depths of blue eyes. You’ve seen Death’s touch Take away those you hold dear. But never does he touch you, Don’t you find that queer? No, Death’s leaving you for last. He takes hellish delight, In watching your withdrawal Night after night. Now go out and whine, Make everyone feel sad. You poor little girl, You’ve had it so bad! Hello Drama Queen, The day is not through. Nor is the insanity That has come to claim you.
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