So I wake up every morning to see
An empty pack of smokes beside me
And so I can’t help but wonder what I did in a past life
to make me hate myself so much
And so I get up and roll out uncertain of so much
except that I know you can’t turn around in life
I’m not afraid of cops, I’m just a stray
cat whose trying to find his way
They tell me smoking kills you
but they don’t seem to understand
That I’m not afraid of death but of life
So I just keep moving on again
I don’t know what I did in a past life
to make me hate myself so much
but I refuse to die because quitters never win x3
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So I finally got around to finishing this folk-punk song I’ve been working on forever, so these are the lyrics. I’ll hopefully have the song recorded and put up here within a week or so. :)