...and this is how it starts
once or twice
these infrequent times
are very nice
but suddenly
it's too late
you realize
you've done too much
once too many
and now here you are
the party bunny.
up all night
up all day
this euphoric feeling
you want to stay,
so there you are
on other things
working jobs
pawning diamond rings
anything
to buy the lust
everything
nothing...
this is a must.
...and this is how it starts.

worry treads
across my mind
thinking maybe
i'll be fine.
cuz im not stupid
nor dumb
but sometimes
it's just lovelly
to feel so numb.
to dance without a care
tell everyone everything
let your soul be bare,
without a gaurd 
without a thought
to what it is
you're doing,
or will you be caught?
just one party
once a week
thats something
that looks quite bleak,
but
... this is how it starts.

in reality
it isnt bad
this is the second hit
i've ever had
and now it's done
i've had my fun
until the fall,
or christmas
of next school year.
but you have to notice
that really
...this is how it starts.

xoxo
Kyelle