Flowers in December

Don’t know how to tell you,
how to let you know
what its like inside my soul,
don’t know – no don’t know
how to show you this addiction
I can’t overcome -

pretty little pills
to keep me from feelin’ -
feelin the pain -
the pain that never goes away -
no I don’t know -
don’t know how to tell you
what it’s like inside my skin
when the meds don’t kick in -
when they run out -
run out of my system -
system of destruction
caused by an imaginary friend.

Friend or foe I don’t know,
no I just don’t know
how to tell you I have no control
of the real pain -
from where it comes from
or why it won’t go away -

pretty litte pills take me far off
from the depths of my own insanity,
lost here – lost here in my my pain,
a pain that never goes away -
never goes away -

I don’t know how to tell you,
how to let you know,
what it’s like inside my corrupted soul,
don’t know – no don’t know,
how to show you this pain
I can’t overcome.

pretty little pills
to keep me from feelin’ -
feelin the pain -
the pain that never goes away -
no I don’t know -
don’t know how to tell you
what it’s like inside my skin
when the meds don’t kick in -
when they run out -
run out of my system -
system of destruction
caused by an imaginary friend.