Sunsets, Xanax & Cigarettes

The sky is a mix of blue, pink and yellow. A chill bites the air, snow flurries down. It's a gloomy March day, not a soul is breathing. I stutter for a voice, listen to my pleas ... Listen to me please! Hold my breath and cross my eyes, I've kept my secrets and scars from prying eyes. An island of sin to waddle away in, all I can think about is you. Your addiction, a disease. Like cancer, and rain in the summer wind. My enemy my best friend, my love for you grows ... ... as a heartstring falls dead.