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by Kristin Dec 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My eyes are always bloodshot, They are like this everyday, I guess it's cuz I smoke pot, I will remain here and pray. I wake up with bloodshot eyes, They hurt and look real bad, I really hate these lies, They make me really mad. You told me to try pot, I didn't want to but I did, Now my eyes are bloodshot, I am now addicted. I didn't want to be this way, You have to believe me, I just wanted to obey, I didn't want you to flea. Now you are dead, from smokin too much weed, I wish I never met you, You didn't do me a good deed. Now I am addicted, to those awful things called drugs, I wish you were convicted, For being one of those thugs. My eyes are always bloodshot, They are like this everyday, I guess it's cuz I smoke pot, I will remain here and pray.