We smoke to get high.
watching our lives fly bye.
The smoke hits our lungs as the pain goes away.
How did we end up this way?
I sit here thinking about the choices we make.
Hoping one day we wont be making this same mistake.
Im trying to free myself from this beast. but end up admitting my defeat.
Here comes puff four im knocking on the dealers door.
Chasing that high like never before.
My hair is dry my clothes are gross but cant seem to get grip on reality of course.
I love you more then life its self but want u to be my spouse.
Will we be okay in time? Or will it hit us and make us do time.
©melissa96
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