AND I MEAN WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR ANYWAYS
IM ALWAYS ALONE IN MY MIND AND PENNILESS
FUCK FINDING OUTLETS IN DRAWING OR WRITING OR BOOKS
ILL SMOKE WEED AND SHOOT UP AND FORGET ABOUT LOOKS
TIME GOES TO WASTE WHILE IM DREAMING ABOUT GETTING WASTED
AND YOURE GETTING FUCKED UP ON THAT SHITTY DOPE YOU CALL DANK BUT REALLY ALL IT IS WAS LACED
I RUIN ALL RELATIONSHIPS WITH A QUICK FLICK OF THE TONGUE
IVE GOT ALL THIS SHIT ON MY MIND AND FUCK DOES IT WEIGH A TON
ROAMING THE STREETS LOOKING FOR A DAMN CIG OR TWO
AND MY GOD DO I STILL SIT UP FOR HOURS STARING AT THE GLOW OF MY ALARM CLOCK IN THE NIGHT UNDERNEATH MY COVERS WHILE THE RAIN DRIPS DOWN MY WINDOW PANE LIKE EYES THAT HAVE BEEN THROUGH RECKLESS ABANDON AND THINK OF
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