She took one breath and suddenly the world was different.

Her mind was relaxed but her heart was racing.

Her body was still but her hands were shaking.

Knocked out for a while as the world kept spinning.

She lost control and pressure was winning.

She sniffed only once and she was changed.

Her friends sat in chairs along, far and away.

She was scared but felt like this was the only way.

Her feeling of innocence has been washed away.

Now all she does is stare at the window because she's too stoned to play.

Where the wind blows is pure happiness.

She's dying but she doesn't know.

She let the pressure win it's sad to say, but she's dying day by day.