It went and kissed my living breath

It was not born with me,

Nor my body was made to sustain it

It never helped me to improve myself emotionally or intelligently

It is not at all a companion during my sorrows or my victories

Every moment I took it in to my hands it waged a war on me

It suffocated my body, it contaminated my blood

It went and kissed my living breath and whispered death

Ohh how many times I called myself a fool

For buying cancer and carrying it in my pocket

Ohh! How many times I asked myself why is it so difficult to quit

Why is it so difficult to stop pumping nicotine into my lungs?

All through I knew that I can do anything I want to with it,

I can light, I can kiss it, I can crush it

All I forgot is that I can  tell that it is the dust bin where you should go

NOT MY BODY – now I am saying   :-)