I tried it once, Said "it wont be tons" Second time i said "its my last" , Time really goes by fast ... It wasnt my last, It became my cast , I was cought up in the spell, Made by my own well, All with my own tell: "I wont end up in hell!" ... I look at you, Nothing new , You talk me through Got out of my view ... I thought id stop? , That was such a flop.... I cant hop , .. I really thought it would be fun! Just one, But i wasnt done I had a ton ... I was drawn Soon gone , I thought about it, "Its just a bit" I was stuck inside a pit, .. Of my own wit, I could no longer knit, ... I no longer had to cry... But at what cost? .. It was a lie, Being high I never really saw that sky I wish i could try.. ... But just one more fly! ... Its my last! I swear, its past! How to say sorry?.. Maybe its just my story.. Without having a doubt Ill never really say whats there to shout Its all im about.. I dont want clout, I just want out