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A heart stitched up with breakable thread Immune to feeling, on the verge of dead A body covered with flammable lace Intentions sparking unaqquired taste Scarred on the inside to perfection Emotions found in a bruised complexion Another feeling of an unknown kind An infected wound unable to find Unseen in a mist of a foggy regret Hiding behind a lit ciggarette An unknown face, an unmarked name Lithium polluting her fragile veins Vertically challenged thoughts of the unthinkable kind Crashing through the gate of an uncaring mind High on the feeling of what its like to be dead Another one lost, another tear shed A beautiful g

The girl with the red lips Smoking her pink ciggarette She'll speak the words I'll never forget Everyday she smokes away The troubles from her life Pack by pack to get through the day Each ciggarette ignited by her lighter She smokes to the end Even though she feels her lungs become tighter Her clothes smell of smoke And her teeth show the marks She smokes her pink ciggarette As her lungs become dark Her breath smells like niccotine No matter how many mints She tried to stop once But she cant seem to quit Theres ash on th ground And matches on the table She smokes her pink cigarette Though her lungs are unstable On