Stories Behind Bad Habits


I’ve never been a chain-smoker,
But these days I tend to smoke faster,
Because I’d rather fill my lungs with tar,
Than keep wondering where you are

I’d rather see falling ashes,
Than be haunted by recurrent flashes
Of all my life’s frustrations
That turned into bad manifestations

All these judging stares pass by,
It’s okay, I have no alibi
This might be the death of me,
But it’s okay if I’m not happy


Disclaimer: This does not imply that I’m a chain-smoker or that I’m supporting smoking. It’s harmful effects are still undeniable. Point is, we shouldn’t judge.