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crit4crit

Take me out and paint my sky,
It will all come crashing down,
This will be a passing high,
Plant my feet back on the ground.

Watching dry paint dry,
In the middle of the night,
These four walls,
Keep me alive,
Dead air escapes,
Through empty space.

And you’re mine for the while,
But you get me every time,
Sabotage my truth,
To get away with your lies,
But if that doesn’t kill me,
You surely will.

The stench of you is hard to bear,
And your swallow is hard and dry,
Run your fingers through my hair,
What it takes to make me cry.

Watching dry paint dry,
In the middle of the night,
These four walls,
Keep me alive,
Dead air escapes,
Through empty space.

And you’re mine for the while,
But you get me every time,
Sabotage my truth,
To get away with your lies,
But if that doesn’t kill me,
You surely will.

The cigarettes,
You wont buy in,
That won’t help your cause at all,
The alcohol,
It lingers there,
But I’d hate to see you fall.
I'm here to help

Quote by Jimbleton
ok, as usual pit is being very unhelpful except andychalmers, so im gonna go post this someplace else


And a master of storytelling...

Quote by Jackolas
andychalmers102, that story is awesome.
#2
This would be REALLY good for, say, an anti-smoking commercial and such, but i dont think smokers would take it too kindly.