You said that was it and that you were done. How stupid was
I to believe you had won? But within the week you were back
on the street. While you were high as a kite, my world was
no longer bright. You couldn't help bc you weren't there and
even if you were, I know you wouldn't care. You love that
pipe and I understand, really I do. But would it be so bad
to love me too bc for some reason I still love you. You used
to be so funny, sweet, and kind but now do you even know
whats going on in your own mind ? Now all you do is
blatantly stare and ever so slowly move your hair. You move
like your in slow motion. Its like your drugs a potion. Well
mom before you go heres a four leaf clover who knows it
might help you get sober...