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Bitter.

I've got a bitter taste
on my tongue;
a sticky mess
inside my lungs.
Yeah, I'm young,
I've got time to
quit -
but if I don't
do it soon -
I'm gonna be
chained to it;
for the rest of
my life...

How long will I live?
Nobody has the answer -
but chances are -
if I don't stop smoking, soon;
I'm gonna die of cancer.
Bitter taste, such a waste -
I been smokin' ever since

I was only a kid...
back before
they found that
smokin' was bad -
It's so sad -
all the money
I could have had...
If I never would have
become a smoker.

Sometimes -
Cigarettes can be
so seductive -
unproductive;
something to do
with idle hands.
A deep-drag
of random,
harmful
chemicals;
somehow,
is so satisfying.
Like sucking fire,
So gratifying.
So death-defying.
So irrational,
So unfashionable.
So darn - pleasurable.

Bitter, not like
old-cold coffee,
or a green-banana,
not quite ripened...
Bitter like -
Cigarettes affect
my kids;
and shorten all
our life spans.
I'm gonna quit ~
this time,
this is it...
I set a date...
I've made a plan;
I will quit -
I'll find something
different to do
with my hands.

20 years; Mr. Morris -
he's had the grip on me;
but very, very soon,
my friend -
I'm going to be free
and I'll learn again
to breathe;
learn to breathe
easy again.

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