I light them up,
They fill my lungs.

I light them up,
They calm myself.

I lit you up,
And as you filled up my heart,
You took away my problems.

But the thing with the cigarettes is that they get to an end, and you finally throw them again.

I thought you were my everlasting cigarette, yet, I was your temporary one.

You lit me up, you filled me up with your lies, and you threw me away.

What a shame, being someone else's cigarette.