Take a drag Look up Feel the void Hear the silence What are we? Matter? What a silly word Who decided what matters? That ever present phrase It matters it’s important Because, because they said so
I can smell that sickening odor from your Cotton jacket. In a few years I’ll be at your funeral throwing roses in your casket.
You reach in your back pocket for your favorite lighter it’s sad but it’s true your future seems brighter
But not in a good way. Soon I’ll be trashing all your ashtrays
How can I say I love you when I witness you killing yourself softly you have no idea how much it pains me to see you have cancer between your lips and you in tears enjoying it sadly
I know your in pain but there’s a better way but mother it’s to late