Trapped

Hallucinogenic adventures turn into habits
Chasing the highs like a rabbit after carrots
The trip begins to calm
Reality arrives at the crack of dawn
Now she lies in bed
Mentally and emotionally dead
Her wallet and mind both empty as can be
Now she runs around trying to find something to set her free
But no luck,
Shes trapped, shes fucked!
Forced to live another day without getting high
Walking on the ground instead of the skies


- Joey Martinez