it wasn’t the cigarettes

it wasn’t the cigarettes

that where there for you

when the rain was falling out the clouds

the alcohol didn’t give you the comfort you needed

it was all an illusion

and you keep telling yourself your a hard man

a man that can do anything

you hold your fingers up and fist to the rain clouds

you stiff your lip and hold back

you hide your ego driven soul and drive everyone to the ground

because it wasnt her that was selfish it was you

and the cigarette’s and alcohol provided a compacted cushion for your bruise

it wasnt there for you

it wasnt the cure

it wasn’t the way forward

it was just waiting to be used,

like you.

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