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FUCK IT I SMOKED THAT JOINT ANYWAY
fast asleep and this
feeling takes over me
awake I must be
paralyzed to my bed
cant even move
my head
its been going on
for years
im sick of being weird
counselor appear
Prozac disappears
never fixing my head
fuck it I rolled
a joint instead
brains not wired right
feeling a little up tight
at least ill make it through
another night
tucked away during the day
fuck it
I smoked that joint anyway
no cure for the deep
twisted cells that
detour themselves
I took care of them
myself
fuck it I smoked that
joint anyway
oh how lucky I am
to have a joint
in my hand
feeling takes over me
awake I must be
paralyzed to my bed
cant even move
my head
its been going on
for years
im sick of being weird
counselor appear
Prozac disappears
never fixing my head
fuck it I rolled
a joint instead
brains not wired right
feeling a little up tight
at least ill make it through
another night
tucked away during the day
fuck it
I smoked that joint anyway
no cure for the deep
twisted cells that
detour themselves
I took care of them
myself
fuck it I smoked that
joint anyway
oh how lucky I am
to have a joint
in my hand
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