There is only smoke, where once used to be fire.
My life have just ended in greatest disaster.
Seeing all this smoke, while the fire is out,
I'm not really sure what it's all about.

Burning the filter-always first thing to do.
Then watching the ciggarrette, while lighting it too.
Watching the red light, as the ciggarrette burns,
Watching the smoke coming out of it
And out of me.
It is now all gone with the wind.
That's all I can see.
But I know some of it is still inside of me.

Where once used to be passion,
There's now only destruction.
No more fire and flames.
Only smoke, blood, depression and shame.

How could I do this?
How could I be so clueless?
My life will never be the same again.
I don't know how or where to begin...