Weed
I can't get addicted.
I can't fall through.
I can't let it pull me down.
No matter how much I smoke, the problems are still around.
You can't run from your problems, you can't get high.
You can't smoke it all away.
It's still there when you wake up the next day.
You can't get rid of pain, it will always be there.
I know life's not fair.
But weed doesn't help anything.
I've been through this before, every little bit.
I feel like shit, after every hit.
I can't give in for god's sake.
It's just runining my life, and killing so many brain cells.
I've got to turn away the addiction.
Act like it's not there.
Because I really do care.
So goodbye addiction....
by
babyloveposted on 06/06/2008
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