Lay on my bed with a longing feeling, You tell me you've got to much on your mind, maybe doing your usual drug dealing Though you seem to kind, You seem too mature and theres me giving you a usual lecture i don't want to be hurt, you don't understand your life i sometime feel as though am the piece of dirt! i want to make you i dont want you all blue i am looking after you, but everything you do, becomes more impossible for me to fix i cant glue you back together once you've broke, so please stop your usual smoke of coke! your promising me you will stop, but its all moved to the very top dont think i can take the pain Just might catch the next train But then i might bump into u, smoking the usual blue! your so called friends are all mugs just wanting u for their supply of drugs, Listen to the words, Their all just turds, Making u happy is the best thing i can do!
