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The Druggie


Do I like you?

First time I met you,
you were stoned.
Kind of sad to think back on now,
but maybe it was supposed to happen.

I'd only met you once, that was it.
First impression, "he's an idiot."
But for some reason, you were all I could think about,
maybe I was just worried about you.

We talked, but you were new,
So I had no clue what to think.
You'd talk about drugs, getting high,
every week.

I talked to you,
try to make you see the light,
but you only cared,
about the weed.

Now comes the fun part,
I heard that you liked me.
I freaked out, until I heard,
You were high when you said it.

Worried, uncertain,
I thought ,
maybe I like him
but does he really like me?

So far you've been to
The I.C.U. twice
Rehab once.

After all this,
I don't think my heart can take much more.
So hurry up
and make me fall
One way or another.