you stand speechles
at the hope pf finding words, maybe words can save you, since everything els has a bandond you, when all els fails..
you hold the cigarette close, your last resort, last pleasure, last right standing, and take another whiff
you fail once again
here it goes
here it begins
why are you so hard on your self
every one asks
i dont have the answer to most things, so I stand back.
I give in to temptation, and it comes back to hunt me.
and that, dear predators, is why I am so helplessly lonely
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