Nicotine won't let me go,
I loved her once but not anymore.
I've tried to break up with her many times.
Only to be choked by her craving vines.
Though my soul it does appall,
my longing eyes upon her stay.
Her seduction smiles on me,
her hypnotic voice I must obey.
Theres been times when shes not there.
When I've been strong, not needing her.
But in times of doubt, when my will is weak.
When my heart is heavy, my life feels bleak.
She from the grave hears and looks.
Throws out her many baited hooks.
Then I see her dance of fire,
and want her back with intense desire.
( I miss her
I kiss her
now we're back together.)
Bridal breath chains, fingers hold.
Released from packets, breath-taking gold.
Desperately, I struggle to break free.
Thy deception like claws dig deep in me.
Smoke filled lungs and smoke filled rooms,
toxic fog, nauseating fumes.
Breath and fingers cigrette stains,
fatigue of carbon monoxide veins.
Very slow, she steals my money,
then my self-respect, that cripples me.
When coughing mornings I get out of bed.
I know I must leave her before I'am dead.
Cause in death its guilt I'll feel,
a tobbaco ghost of cancer cruel.
And if I can break free this time,
must never again cross that line.
Keep my doors forever closed,
to the baited hooks deception throws.