The world keeps going as I remain still, wishing only to fix it by taking a pill, constantly asked if I feel ill, a hole in my heart that has yet to be made fill, they only worry about the next dollar bill, im in need of support falling down this great hill, thoughts of the future tremble into a chill, blaming only the clock for time does kill, is this adrenaline of sadness or a mavelous thrill +End