Started smokin' when she left me,
Now it's one or two packs a day.
Mom says it's not good for me,
But I do it anyway.
Tradin' one hurt for another,
First my heart and now my lungs.
If only I was stronger,
If only I was young.
Like I'm lost inside a forest,
Surrounded by decay.
The sun is slowly fading,
I light one up to show the way.
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