Put out that cigarette...
just to spark another.
Smoke swirls like my thoughts
only to dissolve and fade away.
Turn the mirror around to hide my reflection
cover the window to block out the light
Hide in the midst of myself and this hollow room
with nothing left to keep me here but you
I want to give up
..really I do...
but my stubbornness to prove them wrong only
drives me, pushes me, prevents me from doing so... but why?
I hate them, so why do I care?
Why do I want, so desperately, to do something
when my capabilities hinder my existance
my own life and dreams...
They're worth nothing in the end.
I'll continue to fall downt his same path
that I've traveled so many times before
and I know, at the finish
lies the same old heartache
fueled by drugs and alcohol
cigarettes and hotels...
Put another cigarette out...
and lead myself from this mess
running from the door, from this house
end up in the middle of nowhere
with nothing but myself...
