May 2016
A problem I have
I’ll gladly admit,
Yet, the question of stopping
I'll never commit.
Some people want wealth,
Some people want love;
My concept of happiness
Hides in the drugs.
I’ll gladly admit,
Yet, the question of stopping
I'll never commit.
Some people want wealth,
Some people want love;
My concept of happiness
Hides in the drugs.
Something I wrote in Chemistry class at 16... Beats the period table. For right-Brainers. Or whatever.
