pop
Pop
POP
Pop another two down
Swallow
Take a good look around
No one saw the
Sorrow
The tears forming
I hold them back
As I wait for two more to kick in
pop
Pop
POP
Pop as many as I need to take
I need to be numb
I lie
Say the tears are *fake
I cry
deny
Deny
DENY
Deny I feel anything
I feel NOTHING
Don't look at me
Oh
Now I can't breathe
Must be anxiety
pop
Pop
POP
Pop another three
Please...
Pretty little pills
Take this pain away from me
Without you
I feel the truth
#toomuchtohandle
I'm feeling used
Abused
Emotionally consumed
pop
Pop
POP
Pop a few more
Starting to pass out
On the bathroom floor
You were my cure
Now I'm disease ridden
I'll never be pure
But these pills keep the tears hidden
pop
Pop
POP
Popping all these pills
At least my story's already been written