The whole world is so dead outside
Only ghosts are dancing in the ground
I kiss the cigarette
But it makes a burning sound
Memories are faded, hopes are dead
Everythings so empty, no happy angel around
I kiss the cigarette
But it makes a burning sound
Thinkin about a lost love, and her pretty face
Didn’t try hard, i failed to chase
And when her pictures cries out loud
I kiss the cigarrete
But it makes a burning sound
The poems of a dead poet
Reflects my pain
Hollywood stories, those happy endings
Are like salt in my wound
I kiss the cigarette
But it makes a burning sound
Sad, tragic, broken love
The world is full of them
I ain’t a loser, i don’t have that shame
Little more strength in me
Is all I demand
I kiss the cigarette
But it makes a burning sound
