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Friends until the end, with a shared history,
well I get high on the regular, so this is my high story,
about a night spent with friends, rolling strikes and having fun,
while I spaced out on the sidelines, still I had fun,
it's gotten much easier to smile, just had to learn to laugh more,
and happiness will come naturally, instead of feeling like a chore,
for me whats left in store, sold all my homemade goods,
I should simply succumb to the nightmares, and get lost in the woods,
my will still continues to fight, past hard troubles and long nights,
you left me through a phone call, almost 4 years and plenty of fights,
emotionally left me crippled, rolling in a wheel chair,
you got off easy with crutches, since now you have a new pair,
now you have a new man, now I have no life plan,
never really had one to begin with, just stuck playing kick the can,
well I can smile, tell stories and hit strikes,
we never truly cared about one another, I don't even remember any likes or dislikes,
so I'll keep on smiling, and forget silly fights,
I take pride in my emotions, I take herbs to pass these types of nights.