I sit here in my cloud of smoke,
trying to burn away the pain,
it just burns deeper...down to my veins.
If I could bleed dry,
I would'nt hurt anymore...I would'nt think of you...
Anymore.
I guess I'll die like this,
shrouded in smoke.
Bleed me dry, bleed you out,
inhale my thoughts,
just sit down.
Breathe me in,
spit me out, breathe again...
isn't this where it all began?
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