Illegal High

*another one written by myself and my friend Byron*

I sit alone in my room with this illegal high
Starring aimlessly at the clouded sky
I�m starting to come down and feel all my earthly pain
And tears fall from my eyes like a monsoons rain

The reason is because I wanted to escape reality
Release my mind from this stressful world and finally be free
So that I could clear my mind and think straight
And eventually relieve myself of all thoughts of anger and hate

I think if I do this frequently, I wouldnt have thoughts to kill
And I can take back what others took, my will
And no longer want to grab a random person an let their blood spill
So I will make it go away with this little pill

I may die from the amount but its the only thing that sooths me
It makes me blind to reality, good and evil I no longer see
All I notice is my lil world where I control what happens
Where when I see people I hate I no longer want to bust a cap in

This is my favorite place cause everything is calm
Quietly thinking about where the Taliban might drop the next bomb
When I want to get away, I go in my room with an illegal high
Concentrating on nothing, on my bed I lie