I can see it clearly now you have the boy
Another one, a different toy
And if i could I'd wear you down
I'd whisper my command
The little one, the beating heart
The one you had right from the start
Another little heartache for you

I wont let you whisper words of selfish doubt
I'm the the one that let you

So say something
The little pill that makes you hold onto
What we have left

I question how you close your eyes and sleep at night
You hold him close, feel warm inside
You make me sick, dont speak to god, no one can help 
you now
You did endure him didn't you
Imagine what he suffered through
I wish that I could hold my temper

I wont let you whisper words of selfish doubt
I'm the one that let you

So say something
The little pill that makes you hold onto
What we have left
We pray to god
To bring him home
Soft words and hope

Getting enough and are you getting enough?
Getting enough and are you getting enough?
Getting enough and are you getting enough?
And if you're getting enough
Well then you might say something's wrong.

Say something
The little pill that makes you hold onto
What we have
Say something
The little pill that makes you hold onto
What we have left.