You smell smoke it starts you thinking
You start talking yourself into
Giving up the quit you worked for
Just five minutes to go smoking
First puff's not what you remember?
Then you ask, why did I do this?
Tastes like crap, it's pure displeasure
You weren't forced, you gave permission
This is how a quit is lost and,
Deep inside You know it, don't you?
So why do you choose to do it?
You should ask yourself the question.
A decision's what is called for
Sounds so simple but, it's true
You can try to quit forever
'Til you decide to see it through.