The Last Cig

Sitting at the bench in the park
Taking out my last fag, as the place got dark
I held the fag in my right hand
And stared at the ground where my lighter just land
I picked up the lighter, covering my hand over the fag
It's shows smokers aren't attractive, proof is the lady just gag

I ignore the faces, and take a puff out of my cancer stick
What a sight some may think I'm a prick

For every puff i take, the closer I am to death
Cigs could be charged for theft
Cigs have committed a crime
Yet I don't give a dime

I want my life to slowly end
I may as well start giving my amends

My name is already carved on a grave
Maybe it will happen in some days