I had this one last stick of cigarette
I lit it up hoping it would last longer,
But each time I sip it gets shorter,
shorter and shorter by each second,
But with each sip I take I think about her
making each one long and painful,
Cause each sip I think of my mistakes
the real reason why I did lose her,
Now that she's gone I suddenly found
that letting her go was a wrong choice,
Cause I know I still love her
but there is nothing I can do about it,
Cause I know she's really move on
and I'm the only one who's still holding on,
So as I take my last sip of this cigarette
I will put out the fire like my love for her.