Yellow Teeth

We come for a purpose and a path. Light the cigarette and answer with me. Who is able to accept that if we see our own selves as a weird nightmare, what's the happy ending? I will find happiness and peace if I paint a piece to show my true self once a day. Am I going to find my dream? Who carries me while I'm standing on one leg? The smoke's yellow my teeth. People don't choose to see. - Emotionull