These sheets of paper
Filled with a thousand
Unsaid words
Landed on the wrong hands
And now they shall be burned
Not the best idea maybe
But crazier things have been done
The papers will become
Nothing but ashes
And my words
Shall never be read
Now my world of peace
Has been intoxicated
WIth a cloud of smoke
It fills up my lungs
Clogs my airways
But there's nothing to do
I've already done it
Just destroy the evidence
And make sure nothing
Ever becomes known