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I had a separate social life where stoners didn’t exist 
it was when I came alive so many ladies kissed 
happy days fulfilling life that all the stoners missed
people come and go with time but those stoners persist 

They never learned to socialise without an angry mist 
it went from pulling girls all night to waving around fists 
from mature company to childishness you babysit 
learning company you keep is the most important bit 

I was carefree and confident without a single worry 
charming girls with compliments no shortage in no hurry 
but with stoners I couldn’t be my natural self and happy 
turning me self conscious under pressure and quite lousy 

When we went out no one would pull and they stayed in a crowd 
which made the night uncomfortable the other groups spread out 
giving freedom to meet girls but stoners stand surround 
which I thought was immature invading space and sound 

This is what those stoners saw an awkward guy who couldn’t pull 
while other groups would see me cool attracting many girls and more 
and stoners love it when you fail they don’t exactly treat you well 
they get one girl who never leaves and you’re the one left lonely 

with a stoner memory that wasn’t there and didn’t see 
the best nights when I felt free to confidently act as me 
that separate life that I once had drifting into history 
stoners start to tell people I’m not successful socially 

It’s funny really nobody hears me stoners say I lie so weirdly 
speaking of the past I had people laugh telling me don’t be daft 
lying of a life that they do not believe I ever had 
of all the groups of friends I’ve known the worst became the last!

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