Stop and drop,

Im proud of me,
Proud that i stop,
stoping ain't easy,
but now i know i wont drop.

Thanks to her,
She saved me from this,
thank god for sending her,
Now i can live in peace.

Fuck this thing,
This thing is cigarrette,
It hurts my feelings,
but now i have my dudette.

Yes, i miss you my cigars. But i can't take you anymore, i can't make you apart of me anymore and i can't hurt mia's feelings. I refuse to have you cigars, i know you make me feel all better when im in stress, make me feel better when im down and make me feeel even better when i berak. I love you, but i can't have you. You use to be my addiction, my secret mission and my sadness lotion. Its not that i hate you but you will only make my life line shorter andd my lung much more worst. If that happens, im gonna hate you, and i can't. So now, im not with you but with mia. Don't get me wrong, its you not me. You have nicotye and tobacco which a guy like me cant be with at all now ):

xIMANx