None could talk me out of this
Not Mum nor Dad
The urge and third to take a puff
Peer pressure and friends' encouragement
School never minfding
The law is consisting I'm grown
There is Dad, guiding Agsint
None could talk me off of this.
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...
The day of the first cough was tough
started mild, went wild
Scan shows deranged lungs
The black was a mirage
Cancer came faster than we thought
For they say, in old age, it will come
We all die once
Die young and fulfilled
Guess they weren't right anyway
Should have lost to Dad and Mum
Now the smoke is addictive
So was the white chalk
and the cough kept coming
The day of the last cough was bliss.
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Cruels are the ways of men
more deadly is its pangs of death
Those friends are all gone
leaving me with the decision and pain
Their greetings enter no more
The weak get culled out of life
I guess I'm weak enough to have chickened out
For the ways of men are cruel.
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...
The thoughts came again
who cares for my pa and ma
What becomes of their only son
How do I bridge this gap
wasted their only choice
as they lay crying with me
My mistakes keep staring at me
an entire generation went to waste
And the thoughts came again.
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