.

and this is..
another monotony end of week..
and this pain is now blinded by a lot of smoke.
I'd realized that you're just a conception of
my sick imagination..
just that..
and for so many days..
i believe that you were real..
my real idea..
but now i know.. i finally see how the truth is..
and these days..might be killing me..
if  i didn't do what i've done to survive..
my head is heavy right now..
the headache doesn't goes.
but everybody else do.
i still here with my smoke, my pain and my cigarettes..
i'll be just fine..
well.. i'm just guessing.