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Cigarette smoke
and
the voice of Kurt Cobain
fill my mind
I am becoming so dead
Blood is running from
this diary
no matter how deep I dig I can never bury this lie
This pain is so loud
and clear
I give you everything I had
baby I fell head over
foot
What am I to you now
If I had to I would die for you
I am thinking my time away
Remember the days
When you said you couldn’t see my tears
Because they made you want to die
But now every time you
scream at me
I cry and you don’t even care
Don’t think I know you anymore
I am not fine without you feeling empty
Baby you’re like a cigarette
You’re killing me but I want you so bad
I need the cure for cancer…