Walking away, it's not the same as running
Is it to you now that you've run this in the ground?
And you say, Take this, this medicine is just what you deserve
Swallow, choke, and die
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you
This feeling of despair is never wearing out
It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
And a head to match the bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted begging to be used and so are you
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out
Wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out

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