sometimes I like to get high get away from the troubles and ease my mind to get a glimpse of hope and find that my light troubles running around me, corrupting my mind the stressed and depressed got me blind it was always in front of me. but never behind how could a life of hell become so mother fucking divine? I take a good look at myself and realise that the only person that could fix me, was me I been clouded by judgement, how can you see? "life is so amazing" bullshit, it's never what it seems