Silence Speaks Volumes

High, Not On Cocaine

My future wasn't mapped out
White stars ahead
Waiting to be touched and to be changed

My dreams were floating around
In white powder clouds
Like a thin line of cocaine
It eventually made me insane

I was so high on hopes growing up
With desires that twisted and turned
Bleeding bruises to a battered heart

The book of my future used to be blank
You just came and ruined everything
And everything turned to black