it was cold and dark
but inside it was warm and wild
smoke filled my vision and made my decision
that tiny white pill i fear
but need to know how it feels
i buried the snow and swallowed my pride
wow im not alone
too high to for get my worries
too gone to remember any
will you be my last time
for i know ill never quit that sweet smelling smoke
but for you little pill will i want you as bad ?
hours feel like minutes
time is dissolving on me
the sun breaks and my eyes blur
where am i ?
who am i?
more important am i still me ?