I am left gasping for air again
Laying on the ground
With a cigarette between my lips
Because the only way my lungs will open
Is with a cloud of smoke
My heart is obsessed with self destruction
Because it is my body that wants to die
Not my mind
That's the thing about depression
It's a deadly state of being
Not a troublesome emotion
Thank you Marlboro for giving me another day
You'll **** me slower than trying to breathe on my own