Smoke gathers in the air,
Blending with the fog of this dreary night.
Breathing in the chemicals I know will **** me,
but who cares? Not me.

Desolate, with a bottle in my hand,
Taking in yet another swig.
My senses, they have all gone numb.
But who's judging? Not me.

Taking them inside to lay me down,
A forged promise to never to see him again.
Emotions aren't anywhere to be seen.
But who's **** shaming? Not me.

Vices . That's all who we are.
Embracing them with all the risks.
Monitoring my actions, now that's obscene.
*But who's changing? Not me.