She brings it to her mouth And slowly lights the tip As she thinks about her life On which she's quickly losing grip You see her life is full of memories That grow more painful every day She expels smoke from her lips And with it floats away With each puff it turns to ash That falls unnoticed to the ground The same as when she screams inside But no one seems to hear a sound
This was inspired by a homeless girl I saw in NYC sitting on the corner smoking a cigarette.