They told me before that this thing called cigarette smokin' would be the death of me. Well they were right. Of course I wasn't going to believe anyone, 'cause that's just the way I am. Always having to test what everyone else says. Never taking it at face value. I just didn't want to be duped.
Now I've got this problem. I'm addicted. And I can't seem to stop smokin.
Some people say that what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. I was kind of hoping for the "make me stronger" part of that, but after the doctor's diagnosis, I guess I'll be gettin' weaker, and the lung cancer'll be gettin' stronger.
So what have I got to loose now? Worst case scenario, I'll be dead. Best case scenario I'll be hanging around like this with my personal space full of smoke, for a while longer. No body comes around me anymore. So I might as well amuse myself for the time being. Thing is, I actually enjoy smoking. So while I'm still around, I'll be damned if I give up one of the only things I can still enjoy.
Period and end of story.
And don't try to convince me otherwise. It ain't gonna work.
Writing by Regina Stemberger