Wednesday 16 March 2011

pills

make it grow. slowly. sweetly. without me noticing it. with a smile. or a smile that I expect to come and does not.


Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills, they were different
Maybe I should get some help

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