vaccum heart and smoke spirals

the same lonely heart
lives on
only now through
and promises of
of long lost friends
and chains of smoke.
I never stopped
feeling lonely,
after all
I already know who I am,
but the passing of time
will not change my mind
it can change my
hairstyle my clothes
my friends
but it will not change
who I am
the sadness in the night
still hunts me down
and I try to fight
but after all these years
I'm worn out
and maybe it's the promise
of a good time
which helps me
live on with
the sadness inside.