Walking away.   It's not the same as running   Is it to you now   That you've run this in the ground?   and you say "Take this,   This medicine is just what you deserve   Swallow, choke, and die.      And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth   One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound   With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare   Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair   Is never wearing out.      It's wearing off   And it's leaving you with such a heavy heart   And a head to match   The bottle is waiting   The cap is twisted, begging to be used   And so are you.      And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth   One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound   With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare   Glaring over you and over you, this feeling of despair   Is never wearing out.       Wearing out, wearing out.