I’m still unsure whether I’m giving up or moving on.
One pill, two pills, three pills
I feel light-headed, it feels nice
Four pills, five pills
I feel dizzy and sleep, I lay down
Six pills, seven pills, eight pills
I feel sick, I might throw up - I keep them down
Nine pills, ten pills, eleven pills
I feel pain in my stomach, I hunch over
Twelve pills, thirteen pills
I feel nauseous, I might faint
Fourteen pills, fifteen pills, sixteen pills
I feel tears run down my face, my body hurts
Seventeen pills, eighteen pills
I feel sleepy again, I close my eyes
I feel dead
I feel peaceful, I relax, I am okay
I’m happy now, don’t worry about me
I get jealous and have a short temper and I get quite clingy. But I promise no one will ever love you like me.
Funny how equestrians are seen as prissy and pretentious when we literally shovel horse crap and ride animals that fart whenever they damn please.