Yours Truly, Me.

Pills

Thinking back to the past, and I'm seeing it as an omen,

Not a soul can tell me where they think I might goin',

But I'm acting quietly, call me The Greatest Showman,

But at this rate, I'll be late to any parties they're throwin',

Nowadays, I can't think of you without thinking about your casket,

Anger wells inside of me, but I still have to mask it,

Want to ask you how you feel 'cause there's a code and I can't crack it,

And I've got this pressing question, but now I can't ever ask it.

They're asking how I feel, but there's no word for this kind of bad,

It doesn't scratch the surface, but I still say I'm feeling sad,

It seems those drugs couldn't be beat, it's as if they're iron-clad,

Now I'm just stuck sitting, writing, wishing that I wasn't mad,

Honestly, I'd die for you to have stopped popping those pills,

And I don't know what drugs are like, but witnessing them kills,

You promised me you'd stop, but I see your dedication frills,

And I don't know why I let you die in this deadly test of wills.