Post by justanobserver67 on Aug 15, 2011 0:54:33 GMT -5
Oh dear friend it has been a long day,
Too much talking and not enough say,
In the end, why does it matter?
When sitting there, listening to endless chatter?
Words once had meaning, now it all sounds the same.
Lost in cliches.
My friend our days are numbered.
We each draw our last breaths.
To live in a world filled with liars,
There is no room for an honest man.
I dare say, there is no end till the end.
Left patiently waiting for death
As I reach out for you my friend, I cant help but think.
The world continues to burn, without a light to guide the flame,
And so as always, addiction leads only to perdition.
Sweet sorrow fills my heart, for you have done me no wrong,
Yet I must end your life, to find solace in mine.
Oh sweet friend, I am forever in your debt
To you, this ode my innocent Cigarette.
Too much talking and not enough say,
In the end, why does it matter?
When sitting there, listening to endless chatter?
Words once had meaning, now it all sounds the same.
Lost in cliches.
My friend our days are numbered.
We each draw our last breaths.
To live in a world filled with liars,
There is no room for an honest man.
I dare say, there is no end till the end.
Left patiently waiting for death
As I reach out for you my friend, I cant help but think.
The world continues to burn, without a light to guide the flame,
And so as always, addiction leads only to perdition.
Sweet sorrow fills my heart, for you have done me no wrong,
Yet I must end your life, to find solace in mine.
Oh sweet friend, I am forever in your debt
To you, this ode my innocent Cigarette.
