Tablets covering your table, Powder covering your floor, A rich smell in your clothes, Burnt holes in your chairs, What did you do, When I was gone? Who were you with, When I was gone? Why did you have to need me, When I was gone? Why did you have to misuse my trust, When I was gone? Why did you do these things, When I was gone? Why, When I was gone?
Reason for writing:
a lot of my friends do drugs and then they try to lie about it because i wasn't there when they did them in the first place.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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