I watch you burn between my fingers
and ive never seen anything more beautiful
because i know with every breath i am that much closer to my own death
The smoke in my lugs can bring me to peace
The enemy's i call friends can mourn at my resting place
I can see the woman i love, how i miss her beautiful face
she can tell me how stupid i am
i can tell her how much i missed her
the sadness is becoming too much
so i will smoke another, hoping to be that much closer
please bring me to happy land
i dont want to die at my own hands but if the smoke doesnt **** me then something must
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
I watch you burn between my fingers
and ive never seen anything more beautiful
because i know with every breath i am that much closer to my own death
The smoke in my lugs can bring me to peace
The enemy's i call friends can mourn at my resting place
I can see the woman i love, how i miss her beautiful face
she can tell me how stupid i am
i can tell her how much i missed her
the sadness is becoming too much
so i will smoke another, hoping to be that much closer
please bring me to happy land
i dont want to die at my own hands but if the smoke doesnt **** me then something must
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