Me and my pack, we’re side by side,
Smoking through the pain I hide.
I know the risks, I know it’s wrong,
But with these smokes, I stay strong.
Me and my pack, I want to quit,
But the habit’s hard to split.
I light another, chase the high,
To keep my worries passing by.
My pack of smokes, my closest friend,
In a world where trust won’t mend.
No one’s there to hold my hand,
But my cigarettes understand.
I search for love, but find it cold,
My lonely heart feels tired and old.
These smokes lift me when I’m down,
They keep me safe when fears surround.
Me and my pack, we’re side by side,
Smoking through the pain I hide.
I know the risks, I know it’s wrong,
But with these smokes, I stay strong.
Me and my pack, I want to quit,
But the habit’s hard to split.
I light another, chase the high,
To keep my worries passing by.