See the stars in the sky
I smoke to fly high
So I can try to forget how much I want to die.
All the nights I cry
Dying a little more inside
I hope this high will last
Cause I don't know if I can last any longer
Saying that you do drugs
You end up going up down six feet under
Of a grave, they just dug
But either way, you die
So why is suicide seen as a crime
I do drugs to make sure I fly high
So I can touch the stars of all my wishes to die.