This bitter pill In the ninth one To saturate my mouth With this empty taste And saturate my mind With all these thoughts Confusing me Until I cant take it anymore It hurts and I cry I'm crying I'm weeping I'm wishing things were good.

This bitter pill Is the tenth one To saturate my mouth With this burning taste And saturate my mind With all these thoughts Confusing me They're killing me And I cant stand it It hurts and I scream I'm screaming I'm weeping I'm wishing things were good.