I hope you're happy,
Because you're the latest to throw me away,
Pushing me back to my best friends.
A 500 count bottle of ibuprofen.
You got rid of me,
And you're glad.
Fun.
Yeah,
You better be glad when you hear that I took too much,
You better be glad when you have to attend my funeral,
You better be glad to know that there is a grave and it's all your fault.
You knew I was weak,
You could've been the one that kept me away,
But now you're the water,
And the actions are all the pills.
It's getting dangerous,
Taking four times the amount you're supposed to take in 24 hours,
Well,
I took it in two minutes.
Not in an attempt to die,
But in a calming hope.
That these pills will do something,
Something to make it better.
It wasn't enough last night.
