Smoke equals choke
tar will cover your lungs
your voice will turn into a dry croak
ten less years to live
I'm to smart for that
I got dreams to be a singer
my voice is so pure
more than I can say for her
so listen to these words
put that cigg down and look in the mirror
can you picture yourself wearing a wig?
you can't hide it
smelly clothes
yellow teeth
ugh...smelly feet
just throw your money away
or save it for those rainy days
I almost lost someone
because of those stupid ass things
but she had an angel with her that night
fight the want
smoking you don't need
your chest is filling up with dark black smoke
making it hard to breathe
when you let out a last gasping breath
I'll go to the store and place a black rose
by the ciggs
as the message I should have told you
To Kayla
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