 | Late night
Smoking a cigar
Oh sweet addiction
You dance away my affliction
The way you fill up my lungs
Mystify my breadth
Oh sweet sweet temptation
You must be my salvation
I used to indulge
With little something more
White powder valid
A little pallid
Boy, he let me soar high
Within his misty embrace
Oh it felt real all right
Real pain as when I lost the fight
I seek peace in his eyes
My need, my delight
But he sneered to imply
It’s his nature to let me fly
Played along, pulled my strings
And addiction was strong
So when he plunged me
Crushed was meant to be
Mad, out of control
No boundary, corruption
Curled up in my cell
Shivered to his hazy smell
“One more, just once more
Then I will quit”
But it never gets easier
So on with the suffer
My heart needs rehab
And I need help
Now I depend on lighter drug
Renovate cold cell into a snug
No deny, enticement still exists
To be wrapped amidst of lustful smoke
But this new addiction isn’t so bad
At least I have control over this lad
Too much of anything
No matter how good
Will get me overdose
I understand such facT morose
And perhaps I’ve noT recoVered
Completely from the last fall
So I’m sticking to this cigar
Enjoy carefully but on a par
God knows I’m playing with fire
Just a different way of burning
At least I’m fighting and forgetting
The real addiction that I’m hating
And once I depend totally on this new drug
Cut off the addiction for both would be easy
After all, it is only a deal
My devil witnesses, the smoke isn’t real |  |
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