You're not the only one, you know
The only one who has done something stupid
Or acted out,
Or drank to hide the pain.
That’s old news to you.
Time for the next level for you, right?
Time to get high?
To forget even more?
To fight back?
To stick it to the man?
To use your dumb decisions as a excuse,
To lose even more?
What’s the point of trying anymore?
No one see’s you now.
They just see the cloud of smoke you hide behind,
The façade you’ve painted on oh so well.
Its gotten so bad you cant even see you anymore.
All you see is a lie,
A fake mess.
Why’d you get high?