And you traded my love
For a bag of ****.

Leaving me
A numb
Helpless
Human being.
Stuck
In the middle of my own storm.

And
These fragile memories,
Create a new crack in my wall
Each time they come back to visit.

And as you smoke that joint,
All I can say
Is that I hope it's sweeter than our first kiss.
I hope it make you spin even faster
Than when we danced to our song.

And I hope that
It makes you happy.
Because apperantly,
I never could.