Weaken State
Black clouds begin to roll in
My cigarette burns slowly
Bones froze from the chilling wind
cool night sky is coming
writing a letter
as I am coming down
Tilt back my head
relaxed on the cold concrete
telling them devils to follow me
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My cigarette burns slowly
Bones froze from the chilling wind
cool night sky is coming
writing a letter
as I am coming down
Tilt back my head
relaxed on the cold concrete
telling them devils to follow me
© All Rights Reserved