My bathroom floor
I sit on my bathroom floor,
In the middle of the night,
Cigarrette after cigarrette burning,
Tons of thoughts 'But no words to express them.
All these emotions,
But nobody understands.
So I sit with these thoughts in my head,
On my bathrom floor,
In the middle of the night,
Cigarrette after cigarrette burning.
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