I’m having my last cigarette for the night
I’m thinking of what I’ve done wrong and not right
There’s so many Pandora’s been too many mistakes
Make sure there’s no breaks.
I’m smoking alone I’ve got two in my pack
I’m staring so deep at the truth being not fact
I’m stuck in a time loop with all my mistakes
Make sure there’s no breaks.
I try to look forward to see what’s ahead
But I get surrounded by fears and the dread
I try to convince that we all make mistakes
Make sure there’s no breaks.