It was Ecstasy that made her happy, and
Ecstasy that made her cry. It was
Ecstasy that made her sappy, and
Ecstasy that made her emotions fly. This pill they call
Ecstasy, was to her, more than just a a drug. But a gift and yet a curse, that she popped to keep herself up. But sometimes this
Ecstasy did not always keep her up. Even in her highest moods, she felt like she was at the bottom of her cup. Now
Ecstasy is thrilling, and makes your body feel alive. Though it is all just an illusion, that
Ecstasy makes you feel so high. She takes the pill to live, and she takes the pill to die. But in the end,
Ecstasy is nothing more than a perfect tragedy. And this
Ecstasy that one loves so dear.. Will be the end of your life, or the opening to the wonderful clear.