when i smoked for the first time
she was there
she let me try it
and lit the cigarette
it was too late
the humid small room got smoky
the taste wasn’t bad
or i just didn’t know how to taste it
smoking is bad for your health
the tiny box says “i’m killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it
when i bought it for the first time
she wasn’t there
but she let me try it
she made me feel like smoking
from the distance
it is already in my left pocket
the young fresh lungs is getting old
it tastes horrible
now i got how to taste it
smoking is bad for your health
my father says “she’s killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it
life is like a chocolate box
and she loves to eat sweet chocolate
that’s why my life has to be bitter
bitter like the cigarette
as bitter as i start to cry
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
when i smoked for the first time
she was there
she let me try it
and lit the cigarette
it was too late
the humid small room got smoky
the taste wasn’t bad
or i just didn’t know how to taste it
smoking is bad for your health
the tiny box says “i’m killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it
when i bought it for the first time
she wasn’t there
but she let me try it
she made me feel like smoking
from the distance
it is already in my left pocket
the young fresh lungs is getting old
it tastes horrible
now i got how to taste it
smoking is bad for your health
my father says “she’s killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it
life is like a chocolate box
and she loves to eat sweet chocolate
that’s why my life has to be bitter
bitter like the cigarette
as bitter as i start to cry
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