Smoke

It's killing me, I inhale they say its killing me.

Let fears prevail because its killing me.

I know im not alone, but it's killing me

the thought alone...

Im not that fine. I know im not but I laugh all the time

cause if I dont then i'll lose that line.

the boundary that tells me not to jump off a roof and sink.

I dont float, because my doubts

are like weights strapped to my legs

it's like smoke I inhale, I know im dead.

It's killing me. My 'friends' they call me on the phone

say im just dramatic.

what can I say, I love to play on the side

and fill my eyes with the sight of lies.

smile because im not fine.

It's killing me. The thought alone

of being left to smoke.

turn to dust and and be forgotten that I know

the edge isnt that far.

I dont breath, because my fear

are like oxygen that doesnt exist.

its like smoke I inhale I know im dead.