A puff of someone else's smoke here and there
Turned to a box everyday and everywhere
She said it was an addiction of no danger
That its nothing too big or too major

But then that not too major thing turned into a disaster
She started coughing out her lunges everyday after
That not too big of a problem turned into a genocide
A genocide to her lungs that are dying inside

A cough a day kept the doctors near
No apple would change that simple fact
We begged and plead for them to fix her
But they said that its impossible to do that

So we waited in agony
We waited for her tragedy
We waited for things to change
But guess that was out of our range

Since she's gone gone gone
There's no pain for her anymore

-E.A.F