To be intimate is like a joint
To be real with yourself is the smoke
I'm reliving the day where I drunk so much my lust spoke
And my hand shake
And my heart choked
No tears ran but I'm so low
So low to the point let's just not talk about what happen cause what happen you don't wanna know I just wanna leave but I don't wanna go cause I don't want to keep you like this where who i was is the same picture you think of when I left you like that I pray that you will give me another chance