(It's not about smoking, thankyou)

Paid all my money, and what did I get' - Left here to smoulder like some cigarette,
I smoked every pack of lies made yet,
I never read that little warning that said I'd be an eternal soul with an eternal crave,
Cashed every premium for this flip-top grave when I locked my heart and threw away the key,
Now, I'm left with nothing...nothing but me.