I say, I love these pills, even when they say it kills I had the blue one, then the white one And now I have this blood red one
I love this one, who saved me when I had no one Embraced me when I lost my love to another one
Now it's time I say 'Once I loved these pills' Coz' now I know it kills, all they want to see is my blood spills
So they stabbed on the wound, the wound on my back a left over from a few years back then I turned back They say " Our knife got broken by your back." "We are leaving for now but for sure we'll come back" "Till then you keep this souvenir on your back"
I wrote this when I thought I am over with my depression. the scary thing did happen. They had come back. May be had never left also. But this is so close to my heart for many reasons.