There is a fire in my throat
and a pain in my chest
Maybe its from smoking so much
Maybe I am getting sick
I don't care.
I wheeze in a pathetic breathe
I think of your face and playing with your little curls
Maybe if I keep puffing the pain will go away
Smoke in one hand you in my other
This sounds like the perfect night
Are the stars and moon out?
They grow brighter and my mind starts to wander.
When will I die
Let's play one more night my dear.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
There is a fire in my throat
and a pain in my chest
Maybe its from smoking so much
Maybe I am getting sick
I don't care.
I wheeze in a pathetic breathe
I think of your face and playing with your little curls
Maybe if I keep puffing the pain will go away
Smoke in one hand you in my other
This sounds like the perfect night
Are the stars and moon out?
They grow brighter and my mind starts to wander.
When will I die
Let's play one more night my dear.
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