Cigarettes

I'm in so much pain
I'm going completely insane

I've never been so ripped apart
like a knife is stabbing me straight through my heart

How could you choose cigarettes over me
I never thought this is how it would be

I always thought it would work out
now I'm feeling so much doubt

I couldn't possibly explain
this feeling and all this pain

Do you really need it that bad
knowing it would make me this sad

How can you lie to me about it constantly
I made it clear, cigarettes or me

So I'm guessing you made your decision
I can't even imagine how that could be nor envision

Why do you need it that badly
that you'd choose to lose me

Do those cigarettes of ours have some guarantee
that they will hold you when you get lonely

So you really need to use your head
are you going to pick me or your cigs instead?

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