A cigeret in one hand
And glass of red wine in the other
You feel a burning sensation
Starting at your face
Working its way threw your body
Your head starts spining
And the room starts swaying
Your trying to comprehend this madness
But your heart is rapidly beating
And your vision gets blurry
Your just not understanding that you maybe dieing
Not physically but mentally
Nothing makes scence your lost in your mind worried about the broken when nobody thinks their worth anything the heat is your stress so as it scorches your skin always remeber you are all they have you are the reason their trying you are the reason their changing because when others gave them nothing and showed no pitty your the one that ran threw the flames just to see them achive so they could be what you believed they could be dont ever shun another for what you dont understand everyone is something in the end.
