You tell me you’re not addicted,
That you will leave it soon,
But I know that’s how
deep you’re afflicted.
Did you think I didn’t know,
How you tried to hide,
You thought it didn’t show?
You’re just headed for a slow decline,
I wish I could stop you,
And I wish you would accept it,
Because you’re mine.
Dedicated to all those people who smoke, from your loved ones.