Walking away

It's not the same as running

Is it to you now

That you've run this in the 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 its measure only equaled 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

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 its measure only equaled by the power of my stare

Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair

Is never wearing out

Wearing out, wearing out

Wearing out

Wearing out

Wearing out