just an unfinished song about a boy i used to know rather well and what he turned into.
Which pills were the easiest to swallow?
And I wonder, what was the color of the bottle?
Do you plan on warning your mother?
Or will you surprise her with your corpse under the covers?
He dances with the sky tonight
Unaware of his body putting up a fight
He's higher than the moon
Ritalin boy, don't you know you'll come down soon?
You're green, ritalin boy
Like the NyQuil that you choke down
Throw down another prescription pill
Chase it down with something to kill
Ritalin boy, you can't blame this on me
Ritalin boy, your life ain't what it's supposed to be.
He used to be golden, so golden
But he forgot how to tell wrong from right
Scared little boy, lost in testosterone, blood, and booze
Ritalin boy, you took every drug ever offered to you
Ritalin boy, there's nothing left for you to lose
He's got a permanent nosebleed
but bloodstains are easy to clean
His mind is always on his next fix
His addictions make his stomach twist
Ritalin boy, you've broken every promise
Ritalin boy, you've never been honest.
You're mean, ritalin boy
Like the metal that pierces your skin
Shoot yourself full of more heroin
Let the things that destroy you in
Ritalin boy, you're trying to replace me
Ritalin boy, you can't make me
Turns out all the pills were easy to swallow
And orange was the color of the bottle
Your suicide note was beautifully wrote,
But there's nothing beautiful about an overdose
BINABASA MO ANG
Anonymous Journal - Lucy
Randomi'm Lucy. that isn't my real name. this is my rambling. enjoy. or don't.