Throwing up blood
Puff and inhale;
one last cigarette,
zombieish and pale,
He feels it
coming up;
and tries to leave,
but the man ran out of luck,
sick;
holding his stomach,
oh, how he bleeds
lovesick
over the cigarette;
he just...
one last cigarette,
zombieish and pale,
He feels it
coming up;
and tries to leave,
but the man ran out of luck,
sick;
holding his stomach,
oh, how he bleeds
lovesick
over the cigarette;
he just...