Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
just thinking of you.
Sitting here wondering what you're doing,
wondering if you're okay.
But I shouldn't wonder,
because you're no longer mine, so my mind shouldn't ponder.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
makes me wonder if someone else will mend your broken wings.
Can't believe I did what I did,
but who am I to kid?
It was inevitable I was going to hurt you,
it was inevitable I was going to hurt you.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
just trying to pass time.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
wondering why you're not mine.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
just thinking of you.
Sitting here wondering what you're doing,
wondering if you're okay.
But I shouldn't wonder,
because you're no longer mine, so my mind shouldn't ponder.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
makes me wonder if someone else will mend your broken wings.
Can't believe I did what I did,
but who am I to kid?
It was inevitable I was going to hurt you,
it was inevitable I was going to hurt you.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
just trying to pass time.
Sitting here blowing smoke rings,
wondering why you're not mine.
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