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High As Can Be
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Emo/Drug Poems High As Can Be
Looking around the room all dizzy,
Not able to see strait at all,
Eyes all blood shot,
Pupils small as can be.
Random thoughts goping though your head,
"I feel great,"
"I shouldn't be in school,"
"I had fun this weekend."
People start asking questions,
Wondering what's going on,
Teachers are suspicous.
But you don't care,
'Cause you feel good,
And think everyone else should.
But you don't share,
So they just stare.
You're never gonna quit,
So people keep talkin' shit.
I'm so high,
Eyes geting droppy,
Starting to fall to the ground.
This is the end,
Good-bye world.
