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Youâve created a monster...
Heâs 4â8ââ, holding state in my fucking living room.
The only way to clean the slate is with a pharmaceutical broom.
He used to bounce off the walls,
Now Iâm lucky if he crawls.
Heâs sleeping his life away.
What a fucking nightmare...
I canât believe I came to you, thinking you would give a shit.
X-rays, co-pays, followed by follow up visits.
To see you scratch your head,
And mix cocktails of meds.
He's sleeping his life away.
Youâve created a monster...
Now heâs off to the races,
Watch as he paces across the room with his imaginary friends.
I wonder what he sees in them, I wonder what they see in him.
I never thought Iâd be,
The proud parent of a case study.
Heâs sleeping his life away...
You've created a monsterstseuse