I don't see myself when I look in the mirror anymore. Not like I used to I mean... My eyes are always blodshot and sunken in, And that's my own fault, I know. I can't seem to kick the habit though. I've tried to stop smoking pot, But in the end, I always crawl back to my trusty bowl. It used to be blue, but I've smoked out of it so many times, It's coated with gross brown resin. Ahhh, resin... There's nothing like a resin bowl... Listen to me... I'm upset because I smoke everyday, And I can't stop thinking, About the next time I'm going to get high. I'm staring at my bowl right now with tears in my eyes. I really want to change! Pot has changed me, inside and out. I need to stop, but I can't. What can I say? I'm a pothead...
Reason for writing:
Don't start smokin' pot you guys! It'll take over your life.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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