You're Still Gone

i’ve got pills to cure all of these ills,
and pills to stop the pain.
i’ve got pills to help me sleep again,
and pills to numb my brain.

i’ve got pills to stop my shaking hands,
and pills to kill anxiety.
i’ve got pills to give me happiness,
and pills for my sobriety.

i’ve got pills of every shape and color,
some are big and some are small.
i’ve got more pills than i could ever need,
but they can’t fix it all.

because no matter how many pills swallow,
you’re still gone,
and i’m still hollow.