I am resigned, to having no design, because I am not high right now, So I cannot remember how I used to float inside a cloud. But back in the day, sometimes I was up there, sometimes down; But I could never find my way out, Because I only ever seemed to drown.
I wallowed in a sea of my own self-induced misery; Life just carried me along, because I allowed it to take me. I was trapped, By a constant lack, Of money or activity.
I just sat there alone, toking on the ****, But now I have cleared my head of those times I forget. I will not remember, because that’s just a page in my story And the chapter about regret, I have already read.
So I will paint it black, like they said in that song; How can I be smiling, when everything is wrong? I am a miserable ***, who couldn’t give a ****! About a thing I could not change, Because it will still remain the same.
So why waste my time inside a head of self-doubt? When I could be dreaming of escaping… One day I will find a way out.