Laying on the cool ground, staring into the dark sky, illuminated by trillions of sparkling stars.
I wonder what could've been if you wouldn't have trampled on my heart and left so many scars.
Thinking about how my life could be and holding on to all those precious memories.
Breathing in the thin, cold air,
swallowed in my own despair.
I will never forget even though you already have while you light your last cigarette.

I can't quite explain it. It's all I ever think about, what I practice for on long nights after 10.
It makes me angry and sad. I cry for hours on end.
Yet it makes me smile and the happiest I've ever been.
With out it I'd be lost .With out it I'd die. I guess this is what you call an addiction.