Sitting in the middle of nowhere,
I could very well cry a thousand times
And who could possibly see me, in the dark of the night,
Losing half of myself
I light up a cigarette, the only one who will understand me
I will stop tomorrow, or maybe not
I smoke at night
So often, that my heart has turned to ashes
I let myself go up in smoke
I smoke at night
When life refuses to listen to me,
I let it consume me
I smoke at night
Little by little, slowly,
My heart is burning
I smoke at night to forget
What life did not give to me
Sitting in the middle of nowhere,
Night suits me so well
I would like to escape my memory,
But this whore doesn't let go of anything
I light up a cigarette, no one will understand
I would stop tomorrow, or maybe not
I smoke at night
So often, that my heart has turned to ashes
I let myself go up in smoke
I smoke at night
When life refuses to listen to me,
I let it consume me
I smoke at night
Little by little, slowly,
My heart is burning
I smoke at night to forget
What life did not give to me
I smoke at night
So often, that my heart has turned to ashes
I let myself go up in smoke
I smoke at night
When life refuses to listen to me,
I let it consume me
I smoke at night
Little by little, slowly,
My heart is burning
I smoke at night to forget
What life did not give to me
What life did not give me