Smoking Pot
It's when you spread those rumours
Thinking you are so better
Than me or her or him
You always play nice
Anyone not knowing the hissing of your heart
Can easily sell their souls to you
You have this cool friendly mask on
That makes you so believable
That makes people pour their hearts to you
But you turn around and start the rumours
You twist and spice their only innocents
Gossiping and setting fires
And then you sit back and watch the walls crumble
Oh the many times you've stressed me
Now i strongly avoid you
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