Life’s such a drag with a lot of nothing to brag about.
She pulls her doubts in,
And is still doubting when she exhales them out.
Derailed by bouts… of depression and anxiety,
She’s still stressing stale amounts in each breath’s variety.
Death has silently crept inside of Bree & quietly slept.
As she kept denying each sign that she’s dieing to get.
He keeps reminding Bree….
But she doesn’t seem to mind the regrets…
Or the cold sweats and upset stomach that she gets…
Or the cough that just seems to explode in her chest…
Or the pain in her lungs sung by abuse and neglect…
From years of being cool in front of her peers at prep.
To her career, It was clear that it would appear in step…
And survive any stride if she had tried to jet.
Cause every time she would get… close to leaving,
It would control her breathing & expose it’s meaning.
It holds her, keeping… her trapped in addiction.
And she acts like she isn’t…
Until her doctor shocks her with the facts he’s listed.
And as she listens, the tears fall & distracts her vision.
And as she listens, her years fall & subtracts her living.
Now she’s given an estimate of time until her last day.
She burnt her self out; Learnt her doubts the fast way.
Her life turned out…
To be nothing more than a cigarette in an ashtray.
The result of her ashes resulted in her Ashes.
