Nicotine
The first cigarette drawnFrom an empty pack
Is like the taste of home sweet home
And all your senses come back
To a new awakening of life itself
That feeling could cause a disease
But yet you never leave a pack all by itself
It becomes a part of you
As you inhale it in your lungs
It slows you down from doing what you're used to
It's like the perfect drug
You try your best to quit
It seems a part of you is missing
So another has been lit
You search for the best advice
But it seems that none can be found
So you begin to think twice
On how to turn your life around
Yet it hurts to know
That all the pain inside you
Never truly shows
The words that are written above
Is to only show the proof
That the sickness of love
Has no promising truth
For it is only a substance
That shares the purity of nicotine
And will devour your innocence
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