she

she can't die

but she can't live

what's left then

being numb

it's better then feeling anything at all

she might as well smoke herself to death

lungs scream for nothing but air

feelings will disappear like the butt of a lit cigarette

depression got herself snorting up her dreams as they lay a waste in front of her

smoke fills the car as her red eyes cry

hitting that gas pedal to reach 180 is a high

she's gone lost in the smokey abyss