A smoker wants some sympathy He wants you to understand The terrible anxious feeling he has When he's under the cigarette's command
But he also wants you to believe That he is in total control That he smokes because he enjoys it This image is also his goal
No wonder he cannot break from this dreadful affliction He doesn't know what's fact and what is fiction Well, just to make things a little clearer When you look right in the mirror
The image of you being in control Is wrong, you're just a poor lost soul Once this truth you fully accept Escaping addiction, you'll be much more adept