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I Get High


I get HIGH

SNIFF, SNIFF

Into another place

Another state of mind

No one can reach me here

My STRESSES and my PAIN are left behind

I play with DEATH becauce I have no cares

Whether I'm here today and not tomorrow is no matter to me

I get HIGH

To DROWN out the sound of others' LAUGHTER

And CLOUD the images of what I CAN'T have

It HURTS too much

So I NUMB myself

Like thick ice, surrounding my mind

And it spreads through my body

I NUMB myself through the deep INHALES of my favorite SCENT

I might just be ADDICTED

But tell me, is it wrong to be ADDICTED to something that makes the PAIN go away?

Even just for a moment

SNIFF, SNIFF

I get HIGH

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