I told you I can’t stand the smell of cigarettes
I told you I fear of you dying of lung cancer
I told you yellow teeth are unattractive
I told you you’re wasting your hard earned money
But I never told you the real reason
I never told you the reason I got you an ashtray
Even after I begged you to quit
I told you I didn’t like the mess
I never told you why
I never told you that all I wanted
Was for you to love yourself as much as I love you
For you to care about your body because
I think it’s the damn sexiest body on the planet
I never told you how much it hurts me
When you use your skin as an ashtray
I just told you that you needed to quit smoking
And bought you an ashtray which you still never use
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