Pills
They've got pills that make me happy.
Some that make me cry.
Side effects for depression, which makes me want to die.
They've got pills to bring me pleasure and some to numb the pain.
Some pills take my energy swirling down the drain.
They've got pills to make me exicted, and some to calm me down.
Some pills that stop a headache, and make me fool around.
They've got pills that kill a baby.
Pills that prevent birth.
Taking away something as natural as the Earth.
They've got pills to make me fat.
And pills to make me thin.
Pills that make me sleep.
Just pop one in.
Get a glass of water and only take two.
Some pills are easy to purchase, some are perscribed to you.
Swallow it down.
It sure feels nice.
Swallowing pills.
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