after months of you not talking to me my heart started to hurt too much.
so at 4am I snuck out of my house with my skateboard and went to our local shopping centre where I sat on the tall building staring down at the world with a cigaret in my hand and the lighter in the other I put it between my lips and suck in the toxic feel as I lit it and still al I could think about was how much you hated when I smoked. and that's was the night 6 months of telling myself you'd come back if saying I stopped smoking drinking you'd
come back broke. because you never wanted me. I see that now. just like I'll soon see nothing when I hit the ground of this place from up here.
