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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  
We were young and I was so high and I’m so sorry. I was always so high. I am always so sorry.
I have so much anger. I have so much blame, so much doubt, and so much shame. I drown in malevolent actions, while I dwell on past interactions. I may ride on golden chariots but I always wonder if life is worth it.
We had a connection A connection that would not be cut down Not even for the life of me.   A week went by and you questioned why it was you I just thought you were pretty cute
I look myself in the mirror and I see a "tall lonely depressed girl." Well, not really. My friends see that. They don't see all of the struggles that I go through.
As I turned the corner, there stood a man, aided by his friend, a drunk as drunk gets.   He couldn't walk. He couldn't talk. He coudn't think.  
Everything rang in my old house The clocks and the doorbells And even the ID tags.   Now I've stopped time  And realize who I hate.  At the Garden of the Gods. Have you seen me?
Everything rang in my old house The clocks and the doorbells And even the ID tags.   Now I've stopped time  And realize who I hate.  At the Garden of the Gods. Have you seen me?
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth           by limbs too weighed down by darkness. I'm floating.          unfeeling,          nothing but air.           The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Knowing what I know now, I wish I could start over I hope this does not carryover  This stress is slowly killing me It's only a matter till I'm finally free   High school is not all football and dance
Right now I feel like life is in a pickle. I just ate my last pop sickle. That is right, I don't have a single Otter Pop left to my name. Nobody will understand my pain. I cannot settle my craving with an ice cube.
The feeling of withdrawal kicksin and I'm desperate for a good high.The best selection is the company ofmy dad because it hits quick.
High five     high mind Do I write?     or do I type?        Higher than the sky my wings will burn     I will d i s p e r s e  like ashes         into   the
It’s so hazy in my head. I don’t even care about my daily bread. With you in my arm I am ahead. As long as I get my hit, I don’t care if for a year I don’t eat.   It erases my problems in a second.
I could live without, but I don't want to. I couldn't start my day right, and my nights wouldn't be the same. The heat wouldn't run through my veins, not through me at all. Life would drag,
They say you do it and everything just starts to fade, you open up your eyes and your problems just seem to go away, like how can you be high & still feel low, & if getting high makes my problems go away I dont have enough to make problem
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row. Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know. Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me 
When day becomes night What's wrong becomes right Sin has no shame All wounds loose their pain The night of the wild Their howls to the sky Forgetting the day an unreachable high
drive with me five myth flea take that key bake in the drivers seat temptation and pure refresher cremation and peer pressure party all night sleep all day
Living in todays' and not tomorrows satisfaction Those choices turn to bad habits It's just a matter of time before they reign havoc The air is tainted, it was never pure The temple is broken, the walls are torn
I'm breathing in And I'm already addicted again  Your love is a drug   I inhaled  But now I'm breathing, Hard off of your love    People notice the past me again 
Breathing.Waking up late because IStayed up late.I wasDrinking.He wasAngry.Now I’mTexting.No answer.Texting.No answer.Texting.
Dearest school, I say farewell, May you rot in your man-made hell, You may have provided, given and taked, But the sorrow and pain you cause me will never be forgave, You ate out my heart, Caused my body to quake,
I get HIGH SNIFF, SNIFF Into another place
I don't own a lot of things all i have are these set of strings i played my way through the southern streams
It’s never vocalized or stated clearly, but it exists – that is, in theory A shadow cast by parents, teachers, peers, and more Labeled “Academically-inclined”; to an automatic clique assigned Once a hobby, now a chore
He walks with    his leather jacket slumped over     his shoulders          and his violet backpack          swinging violently          from   his shoulders. His mouth is   a motor,
Expectations,Standards,Deadlines,All wished to be met.Plethora of worksheets,Tests, Books,All meant to complete. Education,Socialization,come together as one.
there is an epidemic of thought thata master's degreedefines how much youcare and what i amas a being
I Made It High school graduation, 4 years just to see the day Never been to jail, no kids, most of my peers can’t relate As a young black male they say we won’t succeed
I remember the things i would do just to get high. A trade here, a borrow here, an i owe you one to its for something important. Just to get high. Meeting strangers, sex for drugs, drugs for sex. Just to get high.
High school is over. Spread your wings and discover What your life could be.
I have an addiction My fix being these words That I scribble For any and all to see My fix is not injected Nor smoked, For my instrument of intoxication Is My Pen
High. High up I look down and see. Really see. See everything. I feel so separate. I am no longer a part of that. Any of that. I like it. I love it. I get to see.
My doctor told me that I'm too high Soaring in the Sky Need to fall back down to earth Shit that hurt So he said we need to increase your dosage 3 doses, 1 plus 2 Shit that made me mad at you
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