Hiding behind my cigarettes running through the storms in my mind
Passing the pillars of virtue and morality still running in fear
Im trying to listen to your voice, to guide me through the marvel climb
I'll be there sooner than ever before you forever disappear.
I'm losing my grip on this piece called loving
I'm eating all the darkness hoping it goes away
Would you ever thought that these thoughts are rotting?
This piece will go into the graves.
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