My love is like a cigarette,
nothing that I could ever forget.
It's always burning and it's fleeting,
just like my heart, she is retreating
into her closure on her broken strings.
My life's addiction has demon wings.
Over your seas, somewhere, a siren sings,
'it's over! '
Somewhere, a siren sings, and it's over.
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