By and by reflection

quitting smoking never seemed as hard to me
as starting again if I want to.
call me a glutton for punishment
but I'm afraid of stuff that make me feel good.
coz whenever I find something or someone I like
and I start to indulge in them
next thing y'know, I've lost them.
they get taken away, I lose them,
they walk away from me
they ignore me
they just totally leave
its something like that all the time.
its my pact with destiny.

its one of sacrifice.
you musn't enjoy what you have too much
or it'll slip through your fingers.
I don't get what I have because I like it
I have what I do coz I paid for it
one way or another.
there is no close companion at my side
whom I haven't sacrificed something for.

the policy is to stay for 10 days in hell and 1 in heaven.
you stick up there for a day and you try to remain there longer, the pearly gates are just gonna lock you out forever.
the silver lining is well..
I can take the 10 days.
that's the balance, 10 for 1.
its not fair, but its the balance.
you try to up the 1,
you juz end up with a hundred on the other side