Also, please let me know what you think... If it's bad, or good, and what could be changed.
PUFF
All you wanted to do was fit in,
you took that puff, it took your mind.
you said that word, it took his life.
You didn't mean it.
You stole, you hit, you ran, what did it do to you?
You hurt him, you took what made him live.
Your mind has gone racing now.
You can't live with yourself-you just want out!
So you took that puff once again, it took your faith.
You stopped believing in yourself.
You took more drugs, and started to care less, and less about yourself.
Soon you found yourself lying there.... dying....
You woke up-did it all over again, it's all you know now.
You scream- they mean nothing now.
You stop- it doesn't do you good.
You die- peace has been made with you, your family, everyone.
You lost your battle. You couldn't make peace with yourself.
You couldn't take life. So you left, and made peace, sweet loving peace. Something you found that makes you happy, no longer matters anymore. You mom stopped your brother.
Your brother found his passion in writing music about his loving sister. They know that puff didn't do it. You did, but they forgave you, can you forgive yourself?
