I’m sitting beside my window sill,
Watching smoke swirl against my will.

Golden rays flooding in through a half-open window,
I can’t believe my life is just too slow.

Dreams and ashes falling between my fingers like snow flakes,
Cold and numb, dwelling on old crushes and heart aches.

I don’t wanna die young, even thoughts tastes sour,
How the hell did I wind up like this? I don’t even want to hear her sing once more.

I’ll get around breaking the habit, but for now the story is played out like this,
Someday I will, but not right now. Why weren’t I able to see the chances I miss?

I’m gonna make it all right, someway, somehow,
I want to rewrite everything I’ve messed up; but not right now.

Each time I lite one more, Does all my life turn to a joke?,
I swear to do it never again, each day as I watch my life go up in smoke.

-ru

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# This is going out to all the smokers out there who decide to quit each time they ignite yet one more. Peace.

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November 24th 2007 thru November 27th 2007

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