Chesterfield from Radical Goth by Deranged Strangers

I could feel, from her gaze
She was lonely, lonely
She was there, all alone
with a chance, I took a glance

I saw a pretty girl, she was waiting at the bus stop
with a pack, of cigarette named Chesterfield
And I spoke with her, but she treats me like a stalker
I’m in shame, but the way she laugh makes me forget my pain

I could feel, from her breath
She felt worried, worried
She was there, on her own
With the smoke, I took approach

And saw a pretty girl, in this pretty world
Oh my god, should I be on her aesthetic world
But she was suffering alone, and if I could’ve known
I’d be there by her side, I am burning down bit by bit inside
I feel so stupid and useless, I wish I could’ve known
My brain is such a mess, my dear am I obsessed?

I could smell the cigarette in her mouth
She said that she would quit oh girl I really doubt
But when I kissed her, It doesn’t really bother
I could see the roses on her red dress
And by the touch of our lips it tastes like tulips
But I could smell the lingering scent of cigarette
and it’s stuck into my head
Stuck into my head
Stuck into my head
Stuck into my head
In my head
in my head
In my head
In my head

Oooooohhhhh

I could see the roses on her death bed
And I gave her a kiss right in the forehead
I wish I could Looked you in the eye
And brave enough to say goodbye

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