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Your smoke has a shadow

That cradles every breath

Of fighting words and lullabies

That beckon me to death

Inside me there's a battle

And if I cared enough to speak

That smoke would turn to little dots

That speckle across your cheeks

Your smoke has a shadow

The center of control

I never dreamed of being happy

So the dark became my soul

That skips across the sidewalk

Never giving life a chance

To petrify my inner demons

Or the devil in my dance

The steps I take to freedom

Lie right behind your door

That I continue breaking down

Until you don't answer anymore

The dark became my best friend

The devil starts to choke

The eyes that hide within your light

And the shadow of your smoke