Thus spake the cigarette

You have the stuff, everyone loves you

Its not about the stuff, you say, they love me

You work for their life, your life burns

Its not about their life, you say, they love me

Your realize their dreams, yours turn to smoke

Its not about their dreams, you say, they love me

All you see is them, you are turning to ashes

Its not about them, you say, they love me

There is nothing left of you, they no longer need you

Its not about my need, you wished you could say,

But alas! you are no more