Flick the lighter, burn the tip 
Spend another night thinking
Why is it so hard to be alone?
Like nothing can fill me and no one sees me
My eyes fill with smoke as you talk to me
You’re with me as I laugh and when I cry
you tell me you love me
I believe you
There’s fire at one end a fool at the other
You're a cigarette and sometimes I forget
You’re just rolled paper burning me on the other side.

I don't want to be this way, 
that's all I know 
but it's who I am. 
I guess I'll have to settle, 
because i'm all I have.
Telling myself lies,
With a smile as a disguise
caught between the truth and more lies
As long as the words sound right.
It becomes another seamless part of this narrative.
I've become so convincing in the role of myself, 
I'm starting to believe it's actually me.