Not finished

A handshake before departure
I wish we could stay together
But every day you get farther and farther away
Every second without you makes me decay

But when its the end of the war
I hope you go away from the drugstore
Maybe you'll learn to come home
But instead you decide to go somewhere else to roam

One Puff can hurt your life
Like one stab from a kitchen knife
Some nights sit on my bed and pray

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