Its easy to see I love being high

Wide awake, and still confused. Why is it that im easily amused? All of the answers are up in the air. I could grab it, i just dont care. I sit on my bed and stare at the wall. My fingers fidget with a bouncy ball. My eyes become heavy and my head hangs low. im about to pass out, i already know. I try to avoid it and text to get by. Its easy to see i love being high. But why cant i stop? Theres no way to tell. You dont like what i do? go burn in hell. I do what i want, and i do what i please. this drugs not a drug, its a perfect disease. A disease thats a cure for all your problems. Sit back relax, let the weed solve them. I dont want the pain, i dont like to cry. Its easy to see i love being high.