Cigarettes
There was once a girl who lived in a lonely world,
each day she got home she lied,
she would cry and say that she wanted to die,
so all she would buy would be cigarettes,
cigarettes.
She looked out the window and pondered,
what did life offer,
she didn't like her father who drank till the morn'
and she didn't like the people at school,
so she would buy cigarettes,
cigarettes.
Walk home alone each day,
not caring for the way she would go,
she just moped and went down slopes till she got to a cliff,
she bought cigarettes,
cigarettes.
The lonely girl jumped with her new package of cigarettes.
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