I hold the image of the ashtraygirl as the cigarette burns on my chest.i wrote a poem that described her world.and put my friendship 2 the test.and late at nyt whilst on all fours she used to watch me kiss the floor.whats wrong with this picture x2.farewell the ashtraygirl forbidden snowflake beware this troubled world watch out 4 earthquakes.goodbye 2 open sores 2 broken centre floors.........