I was high
All the time, all the way
Everyday i used to
Waste things away…
You took me
To your room, and it was
Bad for me.
It was all so
Clean and sat
Felt like an wingless bird
With a feather hat.
You pour me then a fancy drink
And a glourious dine.
I ran out with your cheapest wine...
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