I Smoke
I smoke this cigarette
One puff at a time
I smoke this cigarette
And wonder why I’m dying
My teeth are yellow
My lungs are black
All I do is hack and hack
My hair smells bad
My clothes stink too
Is that why you don’t want me next to you
I can’t walk up the steps
With out running out of breath
My chest feel tight
Its hard to sleep at night
I spend all my money
I could buy other thing
Hell with all I spend
I could buy diamond rings
For you or my kids that I’m going to leave behind
I can’t believe I don’t care that I’m dying
Copyright © Michele Trainor | Year Posted 2008
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