Dead in a shed

you weep what you sow
I disregarded the things I know
the difference between right and wrong
I forgot my roots and the place I came from
love is a dangerous playground
and I forgot life's blissful tune
the music what drives you
to carry one and remember where you came from
eighty pills and still no kill
I'm still around searching for that sound
the sky's blushing like a helpless witness
Is there a god to save me from all this awful business
I spent two years living in a shed
with enough marijuana to send you brain dead
codeines opiate mist full day dream
no time to think on the runaway stream
I'm a cutter and if you are too
you will know that pain what beats down like rain