swirls of ink

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life

for me watching the sky,  is like watching a painting

only this ones allways changing

 framed by a small town skyline

maybe I'm just a little confused

this soul's been more than a little abused 

maybe I'm just a little too cold

or maybe broken promises are getting old

the scars on my arms, just tell the truth

I've run out of desire for this life

I draw black swirls, to cover the marks of my knife

well everyone loves their little games

but when will they seace

because I'm a person, not a chess piece 

you say I have no future, only past

so I'll try and make this cigarette last

I'm not a victim,  I'm just another casualty