Wacked Out

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Life

What if I said you lost the one,

What if I said that I was that one,

And I know we shared all that fun,

Too bad now, you scare me away,

Too bad now, I am on the run,



Every time I try and talk you run,

Seems like you want something from me,

How can you always do that,

Chasing and running at me with a bat,

I did nothing wrong now let me be,



I have hit my lows,

But still got my highs,

Too many blows to the head,

Too many highs I should be dead,



You are the smoke that i inhale,

You are the smoke when i choke,

Making me sick and dead white pale,

Sounding like i have no hope,

The tv is still on where is the remote,

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