| In your white lace and your wedding bells | |
| You look the picture of contented new wealth | |
| But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies | |
| I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive | |
| For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow | |
| The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows | |
| When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me | |
| Out of grey skies to change my misery | |
| The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place | |
| Now watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room | |
| For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow | |
| The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows | |
| The bitterest pill is mine to take | |
| If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more ill | |
| The bitterest pill is mine to take | |
| If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more ill | |
| Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life | |
| Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight | |
| The dying spark, you left your mark on me | |
| The promise of your kiss, but with someone else | |
| For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow | |
| The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows | |
| The bitterest pill is mine to take | |
| If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill! |