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. 
 
 
[Thanks to  limpbizkitlvr229@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]