by Taylor
i used to smoke weed
it gave me happiness
it gave me hope
it gave me what only one person has before
i lie at night just,
just thinking of her.
how we'd talk for hours
and never get bored.
then death came along,
all i could think was,
'this is wrong.
this is wrong!'
i promised i would be there,
that night she OD'd
they waited two days to break the news to me
what'd they think, two last days to be happy?
well i'll never be happy
it was my fault
this guilt eats at me
it'll never come to a hault
i'm not gonna stop it,
i won't even try
i deserve whatever the higher man throws at me
all i know is,
i definitely don't deserve to be happy
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