my mind and my body is aching
oh why can't i tell them i'm hurting
is this just my reality i need to know
i smoke til i feel my lungs burning
these cigarettes don't feel just as comforting
feelings i control but i can hardly show
but i'm running out of time
but i'm running out of time
what i hate is simply what i've become
though we've burned in the fire
no such hurt that's too steep