Pot Killed Your Thought Maker
Today I was informed that I have no life.Unless I'm unaware, I think I'm breathing.
But I will never let you know through one of my last exhales,
that your insult tore me inside to the bone.
Do you enjoy the thought of goals to sleep with all the football boys?
Do you like that you can't remember the events of the 'best night of your life'?
Do you see that you're becoming a flirt, to tease, to slut?
Do you like that you've been stoned more than Ozzy?
You're telling me that I should let myself have more fun.
But if that's your idea of it, I guess I'll just stay dead.
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