There were no any cigarettes left in my pockets,
I wanted to smoke for a purpose.
Keep that in mind, imagine me walking
in school, like the clown in a circus.
I was ruined just under the wreckage of pleasure,
forgotten, abandoned again.
Every spring, every summer I am searching for measures
to make this damnation contained.
She's a part of me,
my heartbeat
jumps every time
I remember her eyes on me
focused that night.
Don't hold me,
Don't thrill me,
please stop for a while
and tell me if anything
can be alright.
There were no any cigarettes left in my pockets,
I wanted to smoke for a purpose.
There were no any cigarettes left in my pockets,
and everything seemed to be lost.
Keep that in mind
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