The thing with smoking is
It is not the nicotine that is addicting
It is the looks you get
The attention
The feeling of being social

Getting his attention is all I wanted
Now I’m risking my health
Who have I become?
I’m out of my mind
I don’t want to die

Find a beautiful spot and let your thoughts **** you there

Every cigarette I smoke has your name on it
and here is why:
I started smoking becuase of you
I started smoking with you
I started smoking because the smell of smoke remembered me of you
It made me think of you
And, oh boy, I love thinking of you
I love you, nobody else, just you

Sometimes we need people to stop us even if we are rolling down a hill to hell....

Oh god it's awful here
You can't save the world my dear
But you can try to save yourself
My advice is run
Run the hell away
Find a place to feel yourself
Or creat yourself new
It's your life
You're never wrong
Even if you feel like you don't belong
You're never wrong at all

When I cry I tell myself it's just the smoke from the cigarette in my eyes because I don't like to cry, these are my weakest times. I can't even breath lately, it's like the world doesn't want me to. The world wants me to suffer, to drown, at worst to die. The crazy thing is I know when I started to fall. I fell and instead of catching me the one I love pushed me. He's the reason my demons are in power and I'm helpless lately.

she loved you
a very long time
but she couldn't anymore
she broke herslef
by loving you

Finding love in little things
That's what happiness is all about
Finding love in a simple "good morning" or in a little smile
That's what people should care about

I don't want to sleep anymore because when I sleep things will remain the same even if I want them to change.

we **** our happiness
for people we don't need
friends that don't care
attention we don't get
and love that dies to fast

This girl connected to the music
a book in her hand
was sitting there reading
all by herself

She was sitting there
searching for the perfect qoute
She couldn't find one
so she wrote her own

She sits their dreaming
of her future, a home
one day she will reach it
that's all she needs to know.

When I fall asleep with music
I will fall asleep smiling
And if you don't understand my music
You won't ever understand me

Who am I?
I asked the girl in the mirror
Why to I let these people change me?
I asked her
She never respond
She always starred blankly at me
Maybe she knew I couldn't take the answers
Because she's the one that knows me best
She knows why I am so depressed

Cause we drink to forget
We smoke to die
And fight to be remembered

Mornings are like second chances
They come every day
But sometimes we sleep them away

I am an optimist because I know that behind every cloud lies the sun and behind every sad person is someone who can make them smile

Beautiful lips
A colorful soul
A wonderful heart
And a mind of gold

The sad part of living is...
when you drink, and drink, and drink
to forget...
but you don't get drunk anymore...
You just feel more than usual....

I don't think, I dream. I have silent my thoughts and gave my imagination the power to take control.

Even if you're happy for the people you got, you still feel the ache of missing the people you lost....