One pill, two pill, three pill, four pill,
For broken hearts, there are no pills
Yet I keep popping them in,
Hoping that they somehow heal,
Painkiller for broken hearts,
There should be something like that,
But as it hasn’t been invented,
I take the stuff that has been marketed,
Ibruprofen, morphine, codeine,
Do some magic, please heal me.
Five pill, six pill, seven pill, eight pill,
I know I should really stop it!
Yet I continue swallowing them,
My need, I can’t tame,
It’s risky, and I know it,
I’m trying to stay in limit.
Nine pill, ten pill, forget counting,
Oh yes, I keep swallowing.
If these pills can’t heal me,
Can they at least kill me?
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Don’t worry!
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