Pain inside curls up in cramps
And so to the window I go.
I watch the cars and people go by
Like a circus running a show.
I light up and breathe in hard and fast
******* the ash to my soul.
Disgusting and dark it doesn't cut out
Or come close to filling the hole.
But on I puff the cinders glow red
And quickly come to an end
And right until my finger ends burn
And the smoke itself starts to bend.
I smoke one, and two and three and four
Trying to find some spice
To fill that freezing emptiness inside
And melt my heart made of ice.