burnt cigarettes, laughter after hours
who would've known, in this life of ours
we would meet in the most ungodly hours
laughing and having the most twisted humours
deep secrets, buried down under
making every people wonder
when we just smirk and get it over
and clink while we laugh a little harder
heart ache, souls that breaks
hurting for other people's sake
giving everything there is to take
knowing for sure nothing is fake
a bond, red strings tied
leaving behind anything who lied
walking side by side looking souls equally tired
sipping coffees till none of us gets exhausted
for a friend, not a slab of meat
let us rule till the world be at our feet
till our bodies beat
and till the death comes to greet
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