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She sits and watches her cigarette burn

Fiddling with the lighter in her hand

She sits alone thinking about her past

Somehow, She just doesn't understand.



So many things she's lost before

Due to her selfish ways

Now she's left with thoughts and

Memories of her yesterdays.



She's tired of being let down

Even by herself and her heart

Thinking thoughts, she knows

Her life has fallen, sadly, apart.



Her mind drifts off, looking into the crowd

Wishing there was more

The gets up, and makes the same move

That hurt her most before.



She wants to have her life back

She'd to anything to have it

Images burned into her head

So hard to leave and forget.