These days I've been smoking more
I sit behind my house on the floor
You probably haven't noticed or even care,
you're living your life while I have time to spare
Wearing all black like I'm ready for someones funeral
But don't ask me if I am, its rhetorical
Cigarette in one hand, head in the other
Trying to find a purpose is actually quite tougher
Than just becoming a ghost, an invisible
But walking with a ghost by my side is typical
Whispering like dead children from the grave
Putting thoughts into my head like a shockwave
Whatever, I'll just ignore it anyways
Had enough of this ******* for 365 days