I sit here, watching my cigarette burn down
the ash cascades like the tears on my face
the words are pressed tightly 'tween my lips
the bitterness reeks in this tightly closed place

I feel caught, caught in my own twirling mind
the walls are my enemy, an escape I must find

A reason to move forward, a reason to live
excuses are my soulmate, i have nothing to give

The smoke of the past or is it a ghost
question my morals, i am satans host

Give me a tapping, punish my old ways
I cant see a future, thru this darkening haze

I want to keep love, keep in close in this part
but no one can love, this tattered old heart

Broken old ballads, of true time and true fate
cant wash away my sharp edges of hate

So I sit here and watch, my cigarette burn down
the ash cascades like the tears on my face
crys are supressed 'tween my cracked bleeding lips
and alone i sit, my prison this place...

I call home.

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