CRY

Some days, I’ll laugh; laugh the pain away 

Other days, I’ll dance; stir up a different pain.

But there always comes a point 

Where I’m tempted to just pick up a joint 

Who I’m kidding … it’s woods only 

Nights hitting the back, leading to the morning 

 … but, them nights never seemed too last too long

Boy, you got me singing the same ol’ song

Ha, wouldn’t you know?

Like you in bed, this relationship quickly came to an end