I feel like smoke
And there is no source
No spark in the dark
Nowhere to keep my soul
I feel like the tears
Left to dry on my floor
And there is no reason
No place i could go
Cause i used to be broken
And i am still broke
And there is nobody
That i could hold on
No point to keep
My empty eyes on
Not even a thing
To call my own
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