Cigarette butts on the floor,
The breeze blows in through an open door,
And the empty bottles on the floor sing their haunting tune.

There’s no life in this room.

Cigarette butts on the floor,
empty drug bottles to assist death,
Nothing could provoke a final breathe

There’s no life in this room.

Cigarette butts on the floor,
Slow unintentional suicide,
You swear it’s all just for a good time.

There’s no life in this room.

Cigarette butts on the floor,
Why am I not enough?
Why couldn’t I be the one you love?

There’s no life in this room.