You told me you were leaving because I smoke cigarettes.
I stopped smoking in fear of losing you forever.
I went by your place to tell you that I broke my bad habit.
I saw you pressing your lips against someone new.
My walk home was lonely and the only thing passed to my lips was a cigarette.
I guess it's time to quit my bad habit.
You.
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