i cant bare to go on with this gentle smokeing gun
its like the barrel is my only hope and what i do cant be un
done
i want so bad to end it to just be past all this mess
but every time i take a step away i feel that much less
you seem to have that skill indeed you creep in so well
too bad that ive been down that road, ive already been
through hell
ive seen all that i need to see to judge enough right now
dont look at me and think i dont know or how did i find out