Where There is Smoke, There is Fire

My lungs turn black No other way to cope I guess I'm right on track Another boring trope Not much has changed I still have no hope I don't believe in fate I'll disappear like smoke Burn out or fade away Turn down an end to my pain Lay down become a stain Just goes to show I'm the fucking same No one has to know What I have become A nose full of snow Life outside the Sun There's no turning back The shell starts to crack You'll see what's inside Another wasted life It turns out I'm not okay Not that you cared to ask Not that I cared to say I been beat down Nearly to my grave I'm trying harder now Even if there's, nothing left to save No one has to know What I have become A nose full of snow Life outside the Sun There's no turning back The shell starts to crack You'll see what's inside Another wasted life