I’m your pack of cigarettes
When you feel like your world is falling apart
You pull me out because you know ill always be there
You smoke me to feel relief
You throw me away once you are happy again
But do you realize how you are slowly taking a little piece of me
How you’re slowly killing yourself
You are living in a constant state of depression
I cant keep being your temporary happiness
Even a pack of cigarettes runs out
I want to be the sun in your life not the pack of cigarette
Not pack you take cigarette you smoke and throw away
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
I’m your pack of cigarettes
When you feel like your world is falling apart
You pull me out because you know ill always be there
You smoke me to feel relief
You throw me away once you are happy again
But do you realize how you are slowly taking a little piece of me
How you’re slowly killing yourself
You are living in a constant state of depression
I cant keep being your temporary happiness
Even a pack of cigarettes runs out
I want to be the sun in your life not the pack of cigarette
Not pack you take cigarette you smoke and throw away
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