Hi mate... long time, no love, just hate.
Have you come for your daily supply rate?
Some herbs that"ll keep your mind straight?
To keep you from being so irate?
To stop you sitting up.. thinking all night late?
It"s alright, mate.. Roll it up, real tight and light it...
You"ll swear you are dying, you"ll be scared lying in bed with your hands on your head and crying.
There"s no use in denying that you"re running out of time, man...
Why dont you smoke this joint, it"ll help you see no point.
It"s all you"ve got now, that your life is devoid.
24 hours in the day, always high mate. What more can i really say? That ain"t right, mate.
You should be living your life, have a quick taste. But here you"re splitting your mind And slowly dying for fucks sake.
I"m silently choking on the smoke that I"m toking and I"m secretly hoping for a new way of coping, but this drug got me folding and I"m inwardly holding, all these bottled emotions so they"ll fail to notice, than I"m struggling with coping. Psychosis. I know this, not enough to control it. No will left to own it...
and I know that I promised I"d have the strength and the courage, but these days feel so cold and my nights are the longest.
Apologies left unspoken,
A young girl left heart broken and a voice in my head telling me that "this is all hopeless"...
24 hours in the day, always high mate. What more can i really say? That ain"t right, mate.
You should be living your life, have a quick taste. But here you"re splitting your mind And slowly dying for fucks sake.
I preyed the drugs that I"m taking would help with some alleviating this pain in my heart and this stress off my chest, but I still can"t know calm, so how can i rest?..
...I just turn,
and I churn,
and my skin,
starts to burn.
When will I learn?
When will this work?
Will I forget her face?
before I"m in the dirt?
24 hours in the day, always high mate. What more can i really say? That ain"t right, mate.
You should be living your life, have a quick taste. But here you"re splitting your mind And slowly dying for fucks sake.
You"ll swear you are dying, you"ll be scared lying in bed with your hands on your head and crying.
There"s no use in denying that you"re running out of time, man...
Why dont you smoke this joint, it"ll help you see no point.
It"s all you"ve got now, that your life is devoid.
Hahahahaha...
don"t think about it, right mate..
It"ll be alright, mate.
It"s time to say good night, mate..
BMH9669
