Pills.
I hate them.
Little white things
That change a person,
Make them into a monster

A father not a father
A mother not a mother
A brother
Sister
Son
Daughter

Pills.
I hate them.
Little white things
That drag you through hell
He succumbs to them
And drags you through hell.

A father
A father
A mother
A brother
A sister
Son
Daughter

Empty promises,
They refuse help.
You'll wait for them to get better by themselves.
Ha.

A father
Hospital
A father
Hospital
A father
Hospital
A father
Help group
A father
Its all Forgotten.
All "Alright"

Don't expect much from your druggie.
Because,
trust me,
you won't get more than...
Pills.