pencasso

the drugs we take
to numb the pain
of yesterday
we hate the chase
but some things
we can’t replace

follow the lust
but in none we trust
for lovers or for a crush
the feeling is a must
either fall in love
or become heart breakers

and who i am to wanna judge
how we choose to self destruct
want righteous but too corrupt
I sip a bit but don’t touch the blunt
all in all, we still stand in line
for a slice of the devil’s pie