The smell of cigarets linger on your clothes, on you it smells like reality.
What is it about you that makes me want you?
Every one else tries to break down my walls , but you already made it through
There once was a time you liked me too,
what is it that makes me need you?
You're scared to corrupt me that's not an excuse.
Corruption happens to the best of us.
What makes me an exception,
If it is gonna happen what makes the difference?
