So what if I choose health over habit
One second surrounded by friends then dammit
Left in an empty room, feeling my heartache
And all because someone yelled "smoke break"

Every 20 minutes, another time alone
And as always I sigh and just groan
Not again, not now...why?
But don't worry I'm tough and won't cry

You know I'd join in conversation
But out of place I'd still feel in the smoke break situation
You go ahead and puff your smoke
I just hope you never happen to choke

Now don't get me wrong I'm not anti-smoking
And when I say this don't think I'm joking
But it's more of a personal preference
You burn cigarettes I burn incense

I just hate when the crowd is dispersed
As if something that's been rehearsed
Slaves to your tabbacco and nicotine
Just your everday routine

And yet again, I'm abandoned
Deserted and commonly branded
Labeled as the non-smoker
By ever single stoker

I'm not asking for you to quit
Asking that, would be a bunch of shit
Let me take part in the second hand smoke
And listen to you laugh and joke

When in the end I'm sure I'll be first to go
Since I'll be the one to catch your every smoke blow
Its kind of sad that second hand smoke kills quicker
I guess it pays to be non-smoker lonely, and I guess I shouldn't bicker