She's calling to me,

Demanding to be heard,

To be obeyed.

I cannot resist, even though I fool myself

time after time

believing that I can.

But that ends in heartbreak,

in deceit...

I never meant for this to happen,

never dreamed that I'd become obsessed.

But I can't help but love the rush,

to crave that sweet satisfaction.

I can't get it from anyone else.

No,

I'm addicted to her,

to that small pack of twenty

little cigarettes,

those little demons

that have imprisoned me...

I can't break the spell

and end the trance.

Excuse me while I step outside.