Dont get so high all the time.
Dude your trashed,
your look on reality,
has been mashed.
You got to pull yourself together,
do you really want to be like this forever?
You are sitting there stoned,
acting like theres a party,
buy your all alone.
Half the time your on the street,
looking for some money,
so you can tweak.
You got to come back to real time,
its hard to talk to someone and they dont here you,
I aint a mime.
You got to put the pieces of your life that fell apart,
back together and get a new start.
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