Don't ever wonder why i stopped smoking weed n hit the road

Why is there such a need in emotion when a friend is what's craved the most.?. Kinda seems backwards when everyone is after the feeling instead of an honest toast... Ready to give into a stranger they hardly know... Just to wind back up at square one with more weight in the heart feeling so fuckin alone... Always thinking it's someone else who is to complete self as the mind roams... Over thinking everything but the one detail that defines the worth of a real home... As actions repeat the same ol silliness chasing after every other passerby that claims to be royalty without a throne... With an endless depth that cannot be reached for the digging of the chest has yet to be filled with self being known... Cheap thrills gather luv'rs at best playing house damn near cloned... Believing in the sound created by hormones more than an honest use as they moan... Demanding the feeding on attractions that tenderize the char still to sizzle the hope... It's like people like their feelings flame broiled as long as the body is being groped... In a catch n release policy when expectations piont at everyone else on somewhat of a loan... As closets collect bones thrown into the memories past talking about whoa... Guess living off the surge that rushes with the pulse is more important than somehow acting grown... N yet real is 100 when 99 percent of that bs has been spent on believing in words that ain't worth a hoe... Though folks pretend to be with it but like putting on a show... Taking hit after hit when a lil patience is what is considered to be a foe... With the gimme now n we'll determine later why hate formed in between differences full blown... Hearing distasteful tongues telling on ones own... I'm good, i don't want none, no no no...