I SIT ALONG SIDE THE ROAD, LOOKING WHERE I'VE BEEN. BUT NOT KNOWING WHERE I'M GOING. I,M SWIMMING UP STREAM WHEN THE WATERS SWIFTLY FLOWING. MY PAINS ARE GROWING, AND THE LIGHTS BURNED OUT, NO LONGER GLOWING. WHERE AM I TO GO AND ALL ALONE AT THAT. I'D LIKE TO START ALL OVER BUT YOU CANT CHANGE THE PAST. I TRY TO MAKE RIGHT, BUT DON'T HAVE ALL THE FACTS. THE PAST IS FACTUAL BUT I CANT CHANGE THAT. PEOPLE SAY ONE PERSON KNOWS WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE. WELL I DONT REALLY FEEL IT CUZ MY SOALS ON THE FLOOR I GUESS ILL SAY GOODBYE AND ROLL THIS NEXT BLUNT, I'D LIKE TO GET HIGH ONE LAST TIME BEFORE I DIE. ITS A BAD WAY TO GO BUT AT LEAST IT RYHMES
