04 Choke
Ink//Lecriture
I reek of smoke and asphalt
Not bcs I was smoking
I was waiting for the cab to come
And I was standing way too long at the street
And then my mind can't help but recalled
If you see me like this
You'll asked whether I was okay
You'll asked what happened with me
Now I have no one who do that anymore, no one who cares.
And I just got to pretend that it doesn't bother me at all.
I just got to pretend that my chest doesn't hurt when it hurts like hell.
(It's a bad religion, to be in love with someone who can never love you.)
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