i wish i could breath.
but the smoke's overwhelming.
nothing is burning.
nothing visible anyway.
i choked on a feeling.
who elce here has done that?
to love me will become a chore.

then she will look better.
and i'll become weak.
i'll sit back, predict,
I'll just suck it up.
pretending the facts,
are not facts at all.
living in my perfect dream
wake up to the sun,
Bright in my room
nothing's as Bad,
-when you are half asleep.