I do this every day
like the wind blows from far,
I keep on missing you
the night and days apart.
When can I get back to you
a wish only what I live on,
why is it so hard for you
let's bring back those days.
Lonely is the time here
every moment has passed,
I get no reason to sigh
my breathe is being wasted.
Now I am doing it
burning my smoke and thinking,
you know it so I wonder
I am wasting myself in ashes.
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