Sitting in a tower of cans that fill the room with their Logos that read percentages and names
I sit alone with a small box colored of red black and white filled with cancer and tar
I know it's not right
I know this isn't the way to live
But it's away to relieve stress and forget about past
And now it’s Become Just the hope and possibly
of feeling  what Normal was
and for what it  used to be
I know this will go on forever
I will not let it **** me
But till that day comes this is forever me
The boy with cigarette