Walking away
It's not the same as running
Is it to you know that
You've run in this 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