cell-phones cause cigerettes to double your death
When I need somebody, I’m alone
And when I need to be alone
I am congested,
By all you systematic fools
All you hypercritic tools
With your hundred cell phone tones
I am heart broken when I see
A beautiful soul smoking
Ask me why I care
All the world’s beauty is going to fade
I feel the pain your lungs feel every day
Shot in the heart at a glance
25 souls a minute more and more
I feel their unfelt pain
What I see is in reverse
Someone getting smoked
While smoking themselves
Quiet
I don’t want to waste my thoughts
If you don’t care yourself
My sympathy has something better
To waste its time on