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[indienial3]

Ill be happy when i find a broken ciggarette to kill myself with.

so there no point in this life
you grow up get married and beat your wife
how great it is to be you
its not tht great to be me
but at least your not happy

and this cancer stick knows how
to treat me like a freind
and it keeps me company in the cold
and lights my way in the dark

me and my freinds we think
your full of shit and your passing uyp the opppurtunity
to make something of your self bye not denying your happy
.......with me and our memories

treat my like a wasted band aid
im just so easy to throw away
well ill never let go of your hands
and ill cover your scars
that embarass you in front of your freinds

and like this broken cigarette that burns at the fingers
i remind you of how good i am
and how you dont want to throw me away
because your addicted to this feeling

this feeling of happiness and not lonliness
keeps you sedated to the lips
and ill be here to keep you warm
and safe from this vulgar bliss

so goodnight my baby
and sweetdreams
for now ill be there in the morning