Playgroup to grade 7 went pretty well Then he got stuck with his friends Who used to offer him cigarettes Smoke used to come out with no regrets He thought he was just chilling He had no idea it was killing Him inside, he used to let it slide Now he can’t stop, even if he wanted to Studies, O levels, mind full of tension Every day he needed I pack of bension Mother used to tell, why do you smell He used yell, mom are you blind? You were so kind. I’m so busy Do you mind? Give me space Stop making fake claims I am already in a maze