Trapt in this cell,
Alone with no one to hold my hand,
All I ever wanted was to be looked apon,
I guess I put this on myself,
But I can be happy to,
It just takes a couple of shrooms,
And I can fly free if I want,
As long as I have bottle,
Or two,
I am not what you think,
I make my own world in my hands,
I think It's better this way,
Tell me how many people you know that are like me?
Im one of a kind,
What's the diffrence if im fucked up all the time,
This plant will take me high high high,
I'm the one you wish you where like,
No one can hold me down,
I'm a free spirt,
And I know what I like,
Dosen't matter if I snort a couple a lines,
Or what if a pop a couple of pills,
The ones the doctors tell me to take,
It so hard to lose something you gript on for so long,
I might be killing myself but at least im having fun while I die,
Swirls of colors spin around my head,
Shapes pop out everywhere,
Amused by the simplest things,
Just like a child,
If I took a path down a jaged road,
Who would be the first one to fall?
I have seen it all,
Looked and stept into another world,
This is what some people call addiction,
I've abused if for far to long. |
