Penthox - Cigarette Lyrics
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    Cigarette

    I don't get up on a Sunday
    I rather just waste my days alone
    I used to be summer
    But now i’m cold
    It's hard when love
    Only goes one way
    It feels like i'm falling over board
    But I will survive
    Least that what I’m told

    Empty battle whiskey didn't help
    To drawn the pain
    While they tell me don't be silly
    Cause you will find love again
    But it's nothing I wanna look for
    It all feels like a threat
    Oh no, cause it burns
    It burns
    It burns like a cigarette
    The way you broke my heart

    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    It burns like a cigarette
    The way you broke my heart

    There's no more space in the ashtray
    I haven't been touch
    But broke my bones
    Can someone explain to me
    Why I'm low?
    Cause you took my pride
    And left me with shame
    I guess I got only myself to blame
    If i can get up
    Only lord knows

    Empty battle whiskey didn't help
    To drawn the pain
    While they tell me don’t be silly
    Cause you will find love again
    But it’s nothing I wanna look for
    It all feels like a threat
    Oh no, cause it burns
    It burns
    It burns like a cigarette

    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    It burns like a cigarette
    The way you broke my heart

    We let it go, way out a hand
    I hate but she hating me back
    This bitch is breaking me bad
    I was never one for the petty shit
    More the type to find my way out the bullshit
    I was drowning
    And you, didn't do shit
    I just laugh deez days I’m through witcha
    It's like my nerves are numb
    But I can still feel the pain
    I how you burned me sum
    All my friends telling me to turn around
    And get some new fish going
    Trying to serve me some

    But uh, it feels like I can't move a muscle
    I'm flippin’em channels but ain't watching shit
    Except for my heart on a tray chopped in bits
    And it's all because of the way you broke my heart

    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart
    Heart... Heart... Heart...
    The way you broke my heart

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