Each breath I inhale from this cigarette I intake sends less toxic fumes to my heart than the love you gave me.
For a slow death from the cancer stick I know is bringing my end seems much better than the lies you've convinced me to be true.
A heart attack is much easier to take, than a heart break.
The fire from the ash burns brighter than the feelings that are left for you, they drift away with the wind, much like each bit of this cigarette that is flicked into the breeze.
As I enjoy it, it kills me a little more.
I find my cigarette akin to love...one just hurts less...and will kill more over time.
One is a cancerous devil and the other is my cigarette.
For a slow death from the cancer stick I know is bringing my end seems much better than the lies you've convinced me to be true.
A heart attack is much easier to take, than a heart break.
The fire from the ash burns brighter than the feelings that are left for you, they drift away with the wind, much like each bit of this cigarette that is flicked into the breeze.
As I enjoy it, it kills me a little more.
I find my cigarette akin to love...one just hurts less...and will kill more over time.
One is a cancerous devil and the other is my cigarette.
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