I felt lonely, lost, and stranded. I felt down and torn apart. With no cash left in my pockets, just a shitty fortune card. It read “Strength will find you sooner then you ever thought it would” Then the pain it turned to anger, moved to joy so now I’m good. And I’m one pack of smokes from broke, I can tell I will make it alone. So I’ll keep on fighting. Yeah, I’ll keep on fighting. In the end, will you sink, will you float? When you’re one pack of smokes from broke.