She's got coffee in one and a cigarette in her other hand
Eyes closed, slowly drifting away
Escaping the trouble that she is in
Heavy breathing,
Crushed hope,
Her eyes tear up
As she inhales the memories that replay
Are soon about to come to an end
As she exhales,
She lets out a loud cry
Begging someone to come to her rescue
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
She's got coffee in one and a cigarette in her other hand
Eyes closed, slowly drifting away
Escaping the trouble that she is in
Heavy breathing,
Crushed hope,
Her eyes tear up
As she inhales the memories that replay
Are soon about to come to an end
As she exhales,
She lets out a loud cry
Begging someone to come to her rescue
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