by Ganjachik420 » Tue Nov 22, 2005 8:50 pm
i dont really even remember when my mom found out i smoked dope. or that i drank. i think she just always sorta knew. when my dad cought me, he gave me the guilt trip thing, wich is way worse than getting in trouble. "why would you do that to me, im so disapointed in you, i should have raised you better" but coming from my dad it was just sorta threw one ear, and out the other. i hate that fuking prick
When I first met you, didn't realize
I can't forget you, for your surprise
you introduced me, to my mind
And left me wanting, you and your kind
