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I Was Living Separate Lives
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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Nick Trim
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