Sit and reflect, sit and reflect,
what else is there to do?
I just trace my scars and remember
which were because of you.
Vague, distant memories
I’ve tried so hard to forget.
When will they stop haunting me?
They wont, they havent yet.
Staring at that orange bottle
every single night
that force-fed capsuled happiness
I always had to fight.
When I told you what I did,
you hit me for the last time.
I “accidentally” took too many;
it must have just slipped my mind.
This is what I deal with,
all because of you.
Sit and reflect, sit and reflect,
what else is there to do?