The bottle never sounded better,
pills never seemed sweeter,
some say it's a way to run away from your problems,
you think it's a way to deal with them.
Them bottle helps you relax,
finally calm down fro once,
pills help numb all your pain,
friends say you need help,
you're using them as crutches,
they don't even know the extent of it,
that they might be crutches,
but you know no different,
it's what you know,
know how much they make you forget,
how much good they truly can do for you,
everyone tells you to get help,
you're slowly killing yourself,
they don't realize that's what you're looking for,
an easy way out,
it's all you've ever wanted,
just to get away fro good,
the more and more you try,
the more people start to notice,
to realize just how bad it really is for you,
what you're really going through,
how had you want that easy way out,
that they're the only ones standing in the way,
that they'll always be in the way,
never to get your easy way out.
