As I smoked the day's first cigarette,
laughing at the past,
reminiscing on the memories,
I wish would never last.
This trance that it puts me in,
just makes me want to cry,
and sometimes I wonder,
if this is how it will be,
until the day I die.
I can't stand the thought,
of regret,
of myself,
of my failure,
in this one life I get.
I say to myself,
don't mess this one up Angel....
