I walked outside,
Feeling stressed,
Needed relief,
My life seemed so full of grief.
I rummages in my pocket,
And found a fag,
Put it in my mouth, lit it,
And took one long drag.
I held it between my index and middle finger,
Holding it made me feel alot meaner.
But inhaling the smoke and the nicotine,
Made me feel so much better - I felt I was in a dream.
I took five more drags,
And there it stopped,
the buzz had gone,
I let go of the fag and it dropped.
I crushed it on the floor,
So it got crinkled and small,
I watched it burn out and leaned back against the wall.
i could never give this up, it relieved so much pain,
I was going to do it again and again.
Thinking of my mother, I thought,
"Damn that old bag, she cannot stop me from going for a fag".
