A pill, my dear.
Take one for your fear.
And don't worry about that numb feeling,
At least it's stopped your mind from reeling.

Take another,
If you can't sleep,
And you've tired of counting sheep.

Just one more, just to be sure.
I really do think we've found you a cure.
Your problems won't find you here,
As long as you keep the pillbox near.

Don't worry about about the future,
And don't think about the past.
All that you've done, you'll forget it at last. 

If articificial peace is what you seek,
Stop by my office once every week.
I'll fill your bottles with a smile,
And always keep your percription on file.

You won't yell or fight.
You'll sleep all night.
None of it's real though, user beware.
But then again, you won't really care.

Numbness till death,
Seems easier to bear,
Than trying and smiling and just being there.

And if you have regrets
About the life you didn't live,
Just remember, I always have more pills to give.