It was a foggy night in the city of San Francisco,up in my apartment on the balcony I was.Taking a drag of my cigarette,the poison I continued to use.I had tried to quit but no matter what it was hopeless.I returned time and time again,I lost the love of my life thanks to it.I take one last puff and extinguish it on the hard ground retreating to my 'home'.I stalk over to my bed and throw myself onto it.I've been in a slump,well should I even call it a slump anymore?It's been about a year or two,i can barely remember anything anymore,everything just goes by in a flash.My life repeats and repeats and where do I stand?On that same balcony as always,back to addiction I can't overpower...
