Just light up another ciggerate
And let me smoke my lungs dead
How else am I supposed to handle it
When my heart can't lead my head
Let the air I breath change for worse
Don't call out when my pulse slows
No need to bring a doctor or a nurse
For I am that single withering rose
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Just light up another ciggerate
And let me smoke my lungs dead
How else am I supposed to handle it
When my heart can't lead my head
Let the air I breath change for worse
Don't call out when my pulse slows
No need to bring a doctor or a nurse
For I am that single withering rose
Heart broken is not a nice state of being. Good luck to my fellow sorrowful souls❤
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