Our relationship(Look what you have done to me)Has turned to ashes:  I breathe it in slow.After all, it’s only one. I want another. I inhale again. Still, a second will not hurt.Maybe just one more.  This is my last time. I will not do it again. You got a lighter? Please make it slow down.It is taking over me. My dry lips need more.  Never will I stop.I just want the smoke to clear.But it never will. I am in trouble.My lungs are burnt to a crisp.Help. I cannot breathe.