going farther and farther
i can see the edge
of an edge
and all the things i left behind
never meant anything at all
because no matter how many steps i make
i'll never get to the place where your voice, your trembling lips, sweaty palms, dirty mind and cigarette smile can't reach me
is this really just matter of time and distance?
and even when i tell myself
i'm never gonna look back again
you'll keep throwing mirrors in my way
with thousands of your shattered
cigarette smiles
-BrookeLevis
