Everybody knows something is there.
In your eyes behind hands approaching your face.
Take a drag, watch the glow and drift of ash.
But we're from a silenced society.
Speaking is weak and leads to your downfall.
Better hope the best things in your life
don't waste away,
Just like you flick away the wasted half a smoke.
Both the **** of an ironically cruel joke.
All because we've been taught through repetition to keep certain things to ourselves.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
Everybody knows something is there.
In your eyes behind hands approaching your face.
Take a drag, watch the glow and drift of ash.
But we're from a silenced society.
Speaking is weak and leads to your downfall.
Better hope the best things in your life
don't waste away,
Just like you flick away the wasted half a smoke.
Both the **** of an ironically cruel joke.
All because we've been taught through repetition to keep certain things to ourselves.
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