But Full Of Me

And through the smoke came the ghostly smile of her past lover

They kissed her broken forehead as she took a drag

The cigarette burned her finger tips from so far away

Markers marked the markings on her destroyed arms

Lampshades of golden glitter and shades

Pens of past letters that notes that were never formed

Pictures never drawn and candy never eaten

Memories never made and memories never remembered 

Either way there’s no point to being here anymore

No point to smiling laughing or caring

I’m a sad motherfucker

So sad and dead



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