I held the cigarette more than your hand , it tasted sweeter than your kisses can
With Nicotine inside my lungs and liquor that stained my insides ,
Is there any other way to dry up my cries?
For endless days turn to hardest of nights,
My heart still yearns for a fight.
For countless of times I ran with ache on my chest
and a burden on my back trying to escape God's heaviest test.
Now I held the beer bottle more than you hand .
I moved on and drank it up
and now,Thankfully it's more empty than I am ..