This Bitter Pill
Walking away.
It's not the same as running.
Is it to you now that you've run this in the ground.
And you say take this.
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out.
It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
And a head to match.
The bottle is waiting the cap is twisted
Begging to be used and so are you.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out.
