Chemicals in drugs to make you trip
Resurfacing mistaked to make you slip
Memories that make you cry
Idle wonderings and questions - why?
Virginity and innocence lost in screams
Broken hearts and cracked up dreams
So bleed your souls into a heart
And mould your anger - it's an art...
Pop a pill or smoke some J's
Explain the lifestyle, not the phase
Make the visions rhyme in lines
Add a chorus that defines
Mix it up; bake 'til done
Go back in time
Relive the crime
Make the heartaches tell a tale
Add a chorus that won't fail
Mix it up; bake 'til done
Write a cautionary tale
Something the masses can inhale
Turn your questions into verse
Add a chorus you can rehearse
Mix it up; bake 'til done
Talk about things you shouldn't have lost
Remind the world what mistakes cost
Make your experience into a song
Add a chorus - not too long
Mix it up; bake 'til done
Break your heart on a crisp white sheet
Pretend it makes you feel complete
Write a poem of your pain
Add a chorus once again
Mix it up; bake 'til done
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Author notes
This is for my friends, the 'Gardens Crew'. Some of them really need help, and I can't.
Written July 19th, 2005
