Cigarettes and Stitches

Cigarettes and Stitches 

Life is not all so difficult 

With problems that we feel 

Are just something that we made it ourselves 

And blame our luck for the problems.

We all have just one life to live 

With nothing we want to be left to regret 
We all have one shot which is enough 
But what is life for those who have missed their shot

What about the people who have lost a lot 
Than with what they have had 
Sacrificing parts of life which were far valuable to them 

Their lives have been like a whirlpool 
Where only their happiness sinks away 
How can they think about the happy things in life 
They are lost in their world of mystical memories 

Memories of their happy days where life was worth living for 
When all the things that were there in their lives 
Meant to lead to the path of happiness 
Who thought that life will never be the same 

With the things now lost in the sands of time 
Only darkness is that which surrounds us 
Will time ever help stitch our wounds 
Or will we just be lost in the mere memory of the old times 

Will we be able to get past it 
Or will the cigarettes be our only lifeline.