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 present 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
own 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 sickarette I don't smoke,
makes me free.
Copyright(C)2000
Composed by
Tina
