Waiting to Exhale (Addicted)

I inhale, Smoke fills my lungs. Leaving behind a bitter sweet taste on my tongue. Bitter poison but sweet relaxation. Absorbing into my bloodstream my own condemnation. I try to fight it, but too strong is the temptation So strong the obligation, to inhale once more and feed my starvation Feed this addiction, and play accomplice in my own assassination For I know that the pleasure I gain is not worth the contamination and pain But I continue in this flirtation with death Inhaling once more and again Gambling on the day in which I’ll hear the words say that my life is coming to an end But what will I do then? Who am I to blame when cheating death becomes my game Every time that I inhale… Why can’t I change? I pray, but still I’m the same. They say it won’t happen overnight, so in faith I remain But until then I inhale… Still hoping that one day, with this addiction I can cope, And maybe instead of inhaling and filling my lungs with smoke, I will inhale, and God will be the one to fill my soul. Locking this addiction away in a bottomless black hole So that I can finally take control and...exhale.