Chapter One
My mother always warned me about drugs,
but she never warned me about the boy with green eyes.
She told me not to get high off weed,
but didn't warn me about how intoxicating his cologne is.
Momma told me don't get wasted off of alcohol,
it'll make your worst decisions,
but I didn't need to get wasted to make decisions about you.
She always told me to not get addicted to drugs,
I'm sorry momma, for I didn't get addicted to drugs.
I got addicted to the tall boy with the green eyes and pink lips.
He's my own drug.
