Until my last cigar burns,
I turn my head to the other.
without knowing my instincts,
thank you for your understanding.
Until the last drop of this whisky
punches its way through.
imperfections I make.
but you do not see though.
Until the last appreciation was said.
until my last order you are not following.
so, to whom it will cherish?
thank you for your understanding.
Until my last affection fluctuates.
to the rules you are still not listening.
I might release you from this cage,
Thank you for understanding.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
Until my last cigar burns,
I turn my head to the other.
without knowing my instincts,
thank you for your understanding.
Until the last drop of this whisky
punches its way through.
imperfections I make.
but you do not see though.
Until the last appreciation was said.
until my last order you are not following.
so, to whom it will cherish?
thank you for your understanding.
Until my last affection fluctuates.
to the rules you are still not listening.
I might release you from this cage,
Thank you for understanding.
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