The High

March 20, 2011
Looked in the mirror
Clothes fallin over
lost in her own little terror
Never ever living sober

You see
She was starved of perfection
Lost in this game
Never knowing satisfaction
I don't even know her name
But then again
I saw it in her eye
As she smoked her weed
and flew up high

Then the seeds she would sow
And began to grow
Who could ever know
that she'd let go

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