Starring down the emptiness of a white line tainted red, orange, blue this is the fate i have been dealt roll up a dollar bill in attempt to simply melt as the straw leaves the white I am no longer shy I forget every girl i have ever touched every drug i have used as a crutch Forgiving myself for making her leave I miss her so much even though she was my biggest pet-peeve this line convincing you that your right this line convincing you that your bright but no you are wrong and alone for the same damn reason every night to bathe in the guilt of the past wishing this last line would make the happiness last
one of my other buddies who's over 18 has been getting scripts of suboxone we started buying a few days ago. the poem writer has since been takin those... My buddy with the script says even .5mg will work so i'll be savin any subs i pick up, not sure when the time will be to drop the rolled up dollar bill forever, but I don't think it's now so might as well save it...
