I haven't tried LSD, let alone THC, but I do know that your love is a drug to me. The effects that your love imposed on me, are greater than the drugs that you have exhibited to me.
       Some people trip to find their morality, but when the trip hits me, I just realize the harsh reality.
       The cuts, the scars, some you can't see, but nonetheless they are apart of me.        
       You're stuck in the matrix, as am I, but I didn't dodge the bullets that flew by. Life hit hard when my drug of choice ruined my life, because there was a lot that I have had to sacrifice.        
       I'm having withdrawals, I need you in my life, my only friend was you, and now I'm forced to try something new.
       Worst than the last, never as good as you, but it's getting me by- see you next time I get high.