They call me beautiful, For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain! They call me charming, For even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain! And then they call it a day, For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
I write your name on my cigarette, light it up, and smoke it away. I fill my lungs with nicotine, I taste the burn in my throat, as I try to erase every memory of you. I want to forget your eyes, your lips, your scent, erase every **** thing about you, and cleanse my mind. I take one deep, long drag, and smoke all thoughts of you away.
Skyline erupts Into a city landscape Buildings peak through Clouds and fog As if they are taking a break From their own Rigorous work schedule To simply say hello Reaching heights unknown And looking down upon us Jealous of our freedom to roam