GREEN CIGARETTE
Colour me indifferent,
I wanna vanish from this picture,
Trace remains I trace a line between us,
Non-connection seperated,
Jokes on me, now I'm screaming for your head,
Bring me apathy,
Make me want nothing
Cos I crave for crimson tides,
Words never echo in dead ears,
Choices made to live dearly departed,
Cut me open,
Rip this cord,
Pull at this misplaced hope and spill me,
Jokes on you, now I'm throwing it all to the wind,
And when the thought counts
You can count me out,
You should know all I ever wanted was your head.
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