in smoke

the journey of life starts with a cry,
throughout our life looking for the best high.
holding our screams,hiding tears inside,
watch carefully with wide open eyes.
tomorrow that beholds darkness of fear,
past filled with memories and dried tears.
looking for answers that we ll never find,
noone really cares much,well nevermind.
the real you and me sleeps inntoxicated,stoned,
living in man made jungle,sometimes called home.
dying again in agony,pain,tears and we cry,
wasted all our life,looking for the best HIGH