I live my life in a puff of smoke.
I smoke too much, so I begin to choke.
I get down on my knees.
And beg the God’s, Please,
I’m laying here ready to croak.
I can’t seem to take one more breath.
But I keep craving them like meth.
I can’t seem to stop,
I feel like I will drop.
This will only lead to my death.