I should be used to it by now,

I’m still so angry,

I can’t figure out how,

She does this every day.

The smoke billows out of her lips,

Tar fills her lungs,

She’ll never quit.

She’s never even tried,

It’s one thing not to quit,

For her own interest,

But what about doing it,

For my health?

The helth of her only daughter,

Will suffer because of her.