Slipping away from the life I'm given,

As my body inhales again.

I finish it up, and toss it away,

My fourth cigarette that day.

And my hands reach down and pull out another one,

And I don't consider what anyone else would think.

As I light one more, and draw a breath through,

As I keep on going, one two and three.

It'll one day kill me, but that's all right,

I do it for that very reason.

Slipping on back into my window,

I once again, disguise the smell.

Lay down in bed, another box ended,

I'll use my other pack tomorrow.

And my hands reach down and pull out another one,

And I don't consider what anyone else would think.

As I light one more, and draw a breath through,

As I keep on going, one two and three.

It'll one day kill me, but that's all right,

I do it for that very reason.

The smoke from the cigarettes swirls around my head,

It consumes my brain and my entire being.

I love the smoke, I know it well,

The scent of it will lead me to hell.

And here I am, smoking again,

Wanting to find my way back to the light..

And my hands reach down and pull out another one,

And I don't consider what anyone else would think.

As I light one more, and draw a breath through,

As I keep on going, one two and three.

It'll one day kill me, but that's all right,

I do it for that very reason.