POISON

POISON

I'm so full of poison
Ill stricken
I cant fight the fight
But I can see the light
Like a moth to the flame
It's hard to resist
I just can't refrain
But what about all the things that I'll miss
My girl, my mum my brother and sis
My kids, especially my kids
They've been through a lot
Watching the devil take all that I've got
Watching me suffer
Watching me rot
God give me strength, give me a chance
I'll do anything just to get up and dance
I don't want to go
I'm begging to stay
Enough is enough
Don't make me pay
My hands are clasped
Looking up as I pray
Just give me a year not a month or a day
My body aches, my lungs are tight
I can't take this coughing
Try as I might
There's no turning back
It is what it is
I put a rope round my throat when I started to smoke
There's no gimmicks or thrills
One thing is for sure
Smoking kills....


BY MARK CLEASE