A little bit of weed to make me high
A roll of cigarette to chill me out
An iced, cold beer to forget all my problems
Then there's you
Making me remember everything again.
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Naive Girl
PoesíaSitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
Addiction
A little bit of weed to make me high
A roll of cigarette to chill me out
An iced, cold beer to forget all my problems
Then there's you
Making me remember everything again.