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Pills in Hand

Skip the drugs

And give me a double dose of serotonin

I certainly do like those laughable days

The heavy sun reddening my face

Just a few minutes away from my lover's embrace

But I wait so I stay here and pace

Take the pills

So i can socialize among the saddening lies

And a week is a day

When your world starts to fray

So i take a seat with glass in hand

Waiting on a phone that will never call again

In my mind I knew this had to end

So take another pill

So the world won't seem so gray

And I make another pact

Not to die today

But I lie to myself far too often

To truly know the color of my character

Like the night it might be black

Like my anger when i look back

Or I could be a saint

Waiting on my rapture from a God of grace

All I know is that there is an end

Not so very far away

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nathaniel
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Published
Aug 24, 2011
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