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| 209. Being Cool My brain lies in a wasted state Balanced precariously in my void head The drugs have eaten my essence whole I now waste my life in this bed I wanted to be cool like all the gang To enjoy the pleasures of the bar scene We popped handfuls on our way out the door And drank and snorted everything in between We danced like crazy fools almost every night Spreading excitement to all upon the dance floor Though we remembered little more then feeling good Then crashing like a ton a bricks upon our own front door We had it all or so we had thought Sex and parties were just a part of living Then one day one of the gang just fell dead A victim to the mindless drugs we were freely giving Of course we thought about a quick life change We knew our own time would surely be ending But we had fallen too deeply into our own pit Salvation for us would never be pending Alas when I did one day stumble and fall My thoughts seemingly scrambled in a pot My twenty-one years vanished from my memory No return policy for the drugs I should not have bought |
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