+++Anita Too+++ (by G. Wade) with every cigarette that i light a burning ember stares into the night the heat rises with the smoke and i realize you and i were just a joke - we were just two kids who thought we knew it all our hearts were big, but our minds were small we hoped we'd have more time to learn but my heart still yearns while the cigarette burns - and when i fall i fall hard but i'm still up in the air and the smoke may be invisible but at least i know it's there - with every time my cigarette is lit i wonder how all the passion came from just two kids but i haven't (quite) put out the fire just yet and i wonder how all that energy comes from just one cigarette - and when i fall i fall hard but i'm still up in the air and the smoke may be invisible but at least i know it's there - with all the smoke that joins up with my breath i think of my indulgance that will lead me to my death cigarettes and love both need a match but when you start too young, it all ends so fast - and when i fall i fall hard but i'm still up in the air and the smoke may be invisible but at least i know it's there - there's so much that we didn't ever get the chance to share it makes me want to ask why is love so unfair?