Newports
My body feigns for the nicotine,
that 30 seconds of ecstasy.
This psychological need,
the false hope that the stress I feel
would disappear in the smoke I release that's been trapped in my chest
pressing for a way out.
But when its over its over.
Too bad life isn't like a cig.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Newports
My body feigns for the nicotine,
that 30 seconds of ecstasy.
This psychological need,
the false hope that the stress I feel
would disappear in the smoke I release that's been trapped in my chest
pressing for a way out.
But when its over its over.
Too bad life isn't like a cig.
