Ganja
You've got me doing all of these things,
when everything is filled with pain.
I smoke more because I want to overdose.
I feel not fit anymore to live this life.
I'm so messed up because of you.
My death will only be a satisfaction to you.
I am your destruction.
Those words you'd said,
already said before.
Make me cry at night,
scream as my heart breaks a new.
Real life calls but im stuck in misery.
Always hiding my scars,
like a jailer pulling on his bars.
My fragile suicide would be too bitter for me now.
I wish violence, death, resolution.
Ganja me now, Drink me to death.
Until I'm nothing left,
With every intake of smoke,
with every exhaled breath,
I dissappear a little more inside.
Goodbye!
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