The One I Call Brittaney
My mind is twisted, Emotions are blurred
This thing we call soberiety deserves its turn.
I open my mind to this innocent sky
Yet all i see is rain clouds of fright.
I guess it was due, for three days i cried,
Looking up at the ceiling, is this my time.
I lossed this girl, my best friend, my love
All for what, this horrible drug.
Now it is time to step into the light,