Blowing smoke out by the candle blazing
Lungs losing capacity by all the dust collecting
Will you ever clean up, follow through with your vow?
I've been crying all the time in the back of the house
Yet, you never seem to notice me getting all this second-hand smoke
You light another cigarette, how can you be so insolent?
It hurts knowing ill never be as comforting as your addiction
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
xoxo SumBlueSunshine
