Round Pink Tiny Pills

The drugs, the sex, the alcohol, and freedom,
the mind, the fear, the past all bring you down,
your heart aches to put your teary past behind you,
but you cant find the strength to block the memories out.

We know the anguish caused by thinking of the bad times
and no pill is ever gonna make it cease,
your children, we all haunt you like a nightmare,
and unwillingly we make your pain increase.

The mistakes you made when you were a young girl,
cause demons that you still cant face today,
your trapped deeply in a never-ending cycle,
incarceration is your new found way.

When given chances to be free of the prisons,
the jails, the cells, the dreary cement walls,
you stumble blindly back into the habits,
that for a lifetime have caused you to fall.

The finale to all your insane madness,
a bottle of round, pink, tiny pills,
you gulped them down as you swore you loved us,
and forever now we have a hole to fill.