Pills
The red round small pills on my nightstand reflects in my my glossy eyes
The happiness dies, you have to be wise
Sitting on my bed watching the clock as it ticks away
Watching the time wishing that my hair aleady was grey
- No happieness dont go away, my brain wants you to stay
My heart is crippled I feel
No it's not made of steel, oh how I wish it could heel
The red round small pills are now in my hand, they will hurt me
One, two, three...
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