Nicotine

There are days that
I don´t count or see.
See this night alone
the soul brings
somethig to hunt me.
There is a bottle,
there is a poison
in my case I would
rather call it conscious.
Well there is the time
ticking and clocking,
and there is the truth,
the mind,
oh my the lies!
Well I can´t see no tunel
and its boring light;
All I see it´s a tomorrow
burning thousads and
thousand of cigarrettes
that were sopoused to be mine.

Bunr lost, burn found, burn lost no gain, again oh my...