I live and im scared so I'm less scared of death
Ive inhaled smoke just to take a damn breath
And Im tired so tired of being awake
And I'm only alive for other people's sake
I wonder if ever ill live for me
Or if the life i crave, I'll see
Heart made of glass
my mind of stone
I feel lonely
But I'm not alone
Head rush from the nicotine
Treating it like its morphine
And I can't breath
But the lack of breath
Is what makes me fiend
And ive gotta stop
Or i know i should
But acting bad
Makes me feel good
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