calling all inventors®
Only the serious need respond
on my wish that dawned
on me since my way failed
otherwise i would have bailed
out of this world so cold
the life of me it took so bold....
I think that there should be
a magic pill for me
to be able to take that pill
now that i have lost my will
to go on anymore
it would be the cure
for misery to end
not just in sleep or pretend
it would be real
no more pain to feel
all inventors far and wide
please come to my aid my side
and together we can find a way
to make magic for me today
more useless gadgets i don't need
get your hands on a patent for magic i plead!
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meet me in the stairwell
that leads to my public hell
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