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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