Blue Cigarettes

Sky rocking high I'm all above my own sight You ask me how I am and I don't know why This question seems so funny yet dry Detached from everything and everyone My emotions are gone I enjoy the silence in my head Although it's afternoon and I'm still in bed With every cigarette I smoke I see myself more break even more The nicotine my anchor I should be more aware of my record My image scarred and broken But yet the others don't see my smile frozen I laugh so much I don't know if I'm genuine I know I am addicted to the adrenaline So to my loved ones, if I die I hope you'll look away from my pride And see my true colours Over my perfect cover Of yellow and white ©ylviia