What's Wrong With Me?
Darrell uses drugs and alcohol to cope with the pain,
the clouds were pitch black and it filled the streets
with rain.
He was in love with her but something didnt feel right,
The Black and Mild reeked from his car out of mind out
of sight.
Jose Cuervo he tasted which brought back memories,
scrolling through old messages he cried and said, "You
got to be kidding me."
To be loved is to be seen he often said, smoking sativa in his truck
turning on his high beams.
Weeks have gone by no calls no texts,
he was mature enough and wished her nothing but the best.
12:20pm was the time and he felt like crap, "How can I
be so stupid", as he hit a dab.
His heart filled with hatred wishing he was with her,
her smile and laugh he pictured but now its all a big blur.
He took advice and now he is better, but he looked up
and saw thunder so he checked the weather.
A text popped up saying "Goodbye", but he just smiled
as the rain drenched him all he could do was sigh.
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