Love and Drugs

Blurred is the line between pain and pleasure
there is no way to take off the pressure
smoke the green to good measure
and lose all that you treasure.

Numb, calm and high I be
problems of mine I cannot see
love is for the bird and the bee
for me the noose from the tree.

Slowly, slowly i am dying
giving up is not trying
pillow wet with all the crying
sitting alone and just sighing.