The white  ones

He loved those white pills

to bad sometimes love kills

watching him spiral to the floor

watching him want them even more

sweat dripping from his head

before to long he would be dead

forced to sleep with my purse

four months later he would arrive in a hearse

wishing he was still here with me

wondering how this could be

six men carry his casket away

now I weep at a head stone every day

fucking pills took my soul mate

a drug company bottled my fate

the emptiness is felt in my heart

I really never thought we would ever part

I still find your random baggies and hidden pills

tears come to my eyes and I get the chills

remembering the guy who was

not the guy addicted to prescription drugs