THE NICODEMON You try to make me believe all your lies And you want me to smoke, so I won't ever be able to break the ties, You whisper in my ear, and tell me that everything is fine, And you even try to convince me that I'm not walking a thin line, You try to represent something pleasant in my life, But, what you don't tell me is your promises cut like a knife, You try to block my efforts to quit, and cut me down, And I try to keep my head up, wiping off the frown, You don't know that I've learned your name, And now I can fight back, because I'm beating you at your game, You are the NICODEMON, and you're not that strong, I will win, and you will lose, and it isn't going to take long, You will shrivel up and die, because I don't fear you anymore, I've accepted the addiction, so you can't linger at my core, You don't have a hold on me, So, every cigarette I don't smoke makes me free. Tina(37days) aka drugfree on 04/02/2000 11:47:46 PM