Temporary Freedom
I took a drag
and hid behind the rush it gave
because when you're high life can't be bad
I pushed the pain aside
and let the smoke take me with it
while locking my fears inside
my eyes felt heavy
maybe it wasn't just my heart anymore
it put me in a world where nothing could hurt me
but that kind of freedom is only temporary
I should've learned
when did you start to hate me?
but I needed to let go
it gave me a way to run, no matter how slow
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