You're standing there
With a cigarette in your hand
My heart burns in sync with it
Soon I'll become
Just a pile of ash on the sand
And I can't help it
You destroy me just as the cigarette
Destroys your lungs
Slowly but surely
Our ending comes
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
You're standing there
With a cigarette in your hand
My heart burns in sync with it
Soon I'll become
Just a pile of ash on the sand
And I can't help it
You destroy me just as the cigarette
Destroys your lungs
Slowly but surely
Our ending comes
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