I grab the packet of cigarettes
Pull one out and leave the rest
Lit it up to relieve stress
Look at the time to see what's left
23:23
I kiss my right hand
I believe it will give me luck
Perhaps I'll get rich or mabye not
I realise that
What I want, I can't get
So I personalise my words and my breath
A little feeling I get
The greatest things in life ain't things
A beautiful wife with some kids and a home I bet
All I have is a pen and a couple of friends
They hate me for who I am, because
I won't go to anger management
For what we know we can't forget
I'm sure we all got something to regret
It's just a nightmare,so it means less
They're not suposed to be filled with happiness
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