Mary keeps me going.

Sometimes I sit and think maybe help isn’t what I need,
I enjoy sitting back and letting myself smoke some weed.
I don’t see the issue, there is nothing wrong.
Just stop nagging me; it’s just me and the bong.
I swear I could go on with nothing but Mary.
I don’t need anyone else, and yes that scares me.
But I love being high, it’s what I’d like to do with my day.
I smoke marijuana because it takes all the thoughts away.
I suffer from sadness and something called anxiety.
Medication won’t do shit, I got Mary Jane on the side of me.
She holds my head up, she keeps me going.
She never lets me down, and so I just keep on blowin’.
Weed is a plant that came from the ground.
It’s all natural, so just let it be around.
When I smoke weed I hurt no one around me.
As long as I keep up on school work just fuck off and let me be.
Let me do my thing, I can make my own choices.
I just smoke a blunt and hear the fading of the voices.
When the smoke gets into me, I feel real high.
I feel like I’m floating, I guess that’s why it’s called being “high”.
I don’t want to stop, that is what I feel.
Because I love smoking weed, it’s when I feel real.
I’d rather let my life slip away and just smoke my life until it’s done.
Smoking weed isn’t just amazing, but fuck it sure is fun.
Just get out of my face and let me run my life.
If I chose to do this, Mary Jane can be my wife.
I need no one else in this shit world.
Just me and Mary, my one and only girl.