THE SMOKERS

The smoke is in your lungs
Almost like you're choking
And when your children ask
You swear you've stopped smoking

It's almost like you've found no will to live
But the people who care ask you to stop
You make the effort
But it's a habit you can't drop

And you do it in secret
Thinking it make things better,
I wonder how many times
You've read each of those letters

S M O K I N G  K I L L S

Smoking kills
Yet it's just one of your stupid thrills
There's tar in your lungs, more with every breath
It's almost like you can predict your early death
But it doesn't matter that others will mourn
You do it anyways, craving the burn

If anything, compare yourself to that cigarette
Small, short lasting, meant to please
One whose flame burns out with such ease

Maybe it's a life you long to live
But trust me you've got so much more to give
Don't burn out so easy, your flame's meant to last long
You're strong enough to give up the wrong.