Pain

Look here you ain't in arrange of us, keep looking can you not see that I'm dangerous, blow in your face some angel dust, but no surprise you remain a devil and that ain't us, these pills I'm bound to it and from the sounds of it I'll be taking them until I'm lying in a ground of shit, I'm laughing like Art the clown it fits, don't say a word, run jump skipping verbs, I feel pain just like whipping hurts, some days of course I feel like what's the point, heading over the edge like a game of tipping point, needle in the arm it's the calm before the storm, sedate me then I'll be fully reformed, yes and that's fully when I wake, the pain inside I will delegate to the bin cause I need to do more rather than procrastinate,