LTME-postThe ashtray is getting full
I get empty, more and more
With every single cigarette
Time is passing
I just have one image in my head
Those three little words you said
Nothing can take that anymore
The smoke in the room is my only company
I can´t move
Can´t turn back
Can´t forget
All these promises
As empty as the smoke
Your gone like your come
out of nowhere
Laying in another bed while i cant sleep anymore
Still asking the question, what went wrong
Sometimes i wish the cancer would come back
If you would also
So i fill the ashtray more
in a still hope that something is filling me
Those three little words spelled from your mouth
No one can take them
not even me


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