Running on empty
Cigarette in hand
Addiction is over-rated
Pot smoke, Bud light
Party party every night
Who’s this girl I’ve created?
What is this face
That loves to laugh
Who is the girl
That girls attack
Attention, boys, booze
She hates it all
Run from the world
By being so small
Surrounded by no one
Only have one friend
Who can I trust
When I make this end?
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