Every night I lay beside my window,
Holding cigarette with my left hand and lighting with my right
In a hope to smoke out your memories that has been engrained in my mind and cased inside my heart
I take every puff to poison all those memories and suffocate it to death,
But as usual I failed to accomplish my mission and their I remain still taking deep breath 
Instead of fearing my attempt to make them die, they just become more vivid teasing me and making me cry
But I am not the one that can easily give up on things , fear me I will definitely give another try