The sun so bright outside
Slamming my eyes off that white new pavement.
So dark inside
So dark inside
My skin it hurts,
From wear and tear
From other humans I shared this pen with
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
My lungs they hurt from so much tobacco,
And my mouth feels sore from all the talking.
It burns so good
It burns so good
My brain, fried, from all the thinking
It twirls and spins,
With my eyes still blinking,
And cigarette stinking.
So this was the way it was meant to be?
I am so free.