Nicotine کے بول

The secret is a conteplation Its all about the mind, its a mind invasion And if I ever bleed than its on occassion Inside I feel so hollow Thats why I'm sippin on the wine, need to shine And to live a dream I hate to say goodbye, but I‘ll die Smoking nicotine I'll book another flight, than I'm high Turning in a fiend This plane is my own (yeah) I'm just sick of being nice But I gotta be liked And when I see the poltergeist Then I turn on the light Its when you look me in the eyes Someting doesnt feel right All the faces they so gloomy I question my existence And now I question why I breathe And I can seem to find one reason Being liked's only thing that I need (That I need)