| Smoke another |
|
Cig |
| Add another nail to
my |
|
Coffin |
| |
|
| Don't care for the |
|
Taste |
| Tired of coughing
myself |
|
Awake |
| |
|
| But who would be my |
|
Friend |
| If I didn't have my |
|
Smokes |
| |
|
| Something to keep
me |
|
Company |
| Through the long |
|
Empty nights |
| |
|
| I know I will |
|
Be |
| Paying the price |
|
Someday |
| |
|
| Destroying my |
|
Body |
| Poisoning |
|
Myself |
| |
|
| But what's the |
|
Point |
| In living |
|
Longer |
| |
|
| More |
|
Lonely days |
| To live |
|
Through |
| |
|
| More |
|
|
Sadness |
| To |
|
Endure |
| |
|
| Tired of |
|
Living |
| Ready to |
|
Move on |
| |
|
| May not be |
|
Anything |
| After this |
|
Life |
| |
|
| But at least I'd |
|
Have the |
| Peace of |
|
Endless sleep |
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