My dreams go up in smoke,
Every time I exhale.
As this cigarella burns down,
So does my patience.
I am not ready to love another...
For I am not ready to be loved.
When the last drag of this is gone...
So to will be my willingness to try.
Break me of this habit...
This habit of breaking hearts.
He was different.
Things could have changed.
I've grown to reliant on this independence.
My ways are changing,
And my heart has only one option,
But to conform.
Call me shallow,
Call me heartless,
Call me cold....
For it is all true.
I am an empty vessel...
My core was robbed long ago.
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