0NE SM0KE, by SwEEt MeMORiEs
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It was my very first time,
And I said I was fine.
But deep down inside,
I knew I had lied
Not knowing what to do,
It all was so new.
Hearing about it before,
They said it’ll help for sure.
Slowly I decided I wanted to try,
My lifes so hard, I needed to fly.
With that one smoke is where it began,
But my problems were still there again.
Maybe that’s it, it wasn’t enough,
If I do it again I might feel tough.
One more time and then I’m done,
Not realizing what had begun.
Twenty years later I lay in bed,
I couldn’t stop, now I’m almost dead.
All my dreams had fallen apart,
Just for that smoke I thought was smart.
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Posted: 2005-12-24 22:36:09 UTC |
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