• cold nights and cigarette to my teeth
    the taste of tobacco every time that i breathe
    I'm cold but the cigarette...it builds the heat
    as i sit and stare...i build for me
    and with every breath it grows like a fire tree
    staring at the stars as they align to me
    i bend these mental bars and I'm dying to bleed
    cant see no other way, just few more days until i fade
    pushing back the memory the dead thoughts the imagery
    the mind set that got here
    the plane that flew me here
    the car that drove me here
    i swear that its all fear
    so i try and steer clear from the dark alleys
    even though they pull me in, I'm addicted to saddest
    its almost like when I'm there i think that i am at my gladdest
    so..just let me..dwell in this sadness
    and just wait life will find me here
    sitting..lonely..crying as if i don't care
    cigarettes still burning I'll a take another hit
    it's hard enough with the pain i think i'll never quit