The Lonely Stoner, Stoner Lonely

In this world, what is my purpose?

My mind is not where it used to be

My eyes can now see what I couldn't see

"Who's that girl with the "chubby" "strong" "feet"?

Who's that girl? She's so sweet

They don't know what's underneath

Underneath the butterfly, lies the underdog in me

I'm the lonely stoner

The stoner lonely

I am rich, even without a lot of money

Life tried to destroy me

Yet I keep coming back at her with 'positivity'

50 hours of work week by week

The green leaf... is my relief

I release my anger, and it turns into sadness

I'm happy to say that life didn't take away my kindness

I don't know how I do it

But I do my utmost best and try not to complain

It's tough, when I feel like my world is crumbling down

I cry my heart out... but I don't make a sound

My shoulders shake, shake, shake

I feel hopeless with each breath that I take

The green leaf... is my release

And I go to sleep

"Everything will be okay. IT will BE"

I'm trading my time for money

But why isn't my life as sweet as honey?

At the end of the day, the "bills" need to get paid

So I'm forced to be a slave

"Just for now," I say

I refuse to let that be my reality

I will set myself free

Eventually...

I'm more than the hurt that's been caused

I'm more than what the judgmental eyes saw

No one will understand

understand my chaotic land

The green leaf... is my relief

The lonely stoner

The stoner lonely