I smoke, I drink, I smoke my life way

I eat, I survive, and yet I want more

I crave more and more as I drink just a bit

The air full poision filled with chronical ill, I smoke

I do whatever I can , to make my self feel better, thinking that it will also make me calm down

Hoping  that things will turn better for my life now

Now I noticed something in  my life

I feel so weird and dreary, I  feel like I can't move

I find my self buried, dirt piled all over me and yet I can feel the pain

My heart feels empty, nothing in their

I feel dead, no soul, nolife, what shall I ever do

Wish I was there doing what  ever I wanted

I smoked my  life away, I drank my life away 

No life in me, I'm already  dead

This can be anyones life, this life is horrible