Started with one every month,
Now, I've lost track of how many I've done,
A pleasure that comes with insufferable pain,
Told myself "Tomorrow" but it's always the same,

I've lost a war that I've been trying to win,
I feel trapped in a cycle I got myself stuck in,
A shadow that haunts me and doesn't even try to hide the lie,
It started with one pack, and now my lungs are starting to die...