Just like a cigar

Love is just like a cigar,
I can live with it or live without it.
It's up to myself.

So many brands of cigar, how could I choose one brand and stick with it?
Whatever I choose, I always to unpack it and light it up eventually.
With breathing of it, life sometimes becomes clear, but sometimes blur.

Love is just like a cigar,
I can live with it or live without it.
It's up to whom?

20 cigarettes in one pack, how long will it take to finish?
One morning? One day? or One week?
Does my mood control everything? Or nothing controls me but myself?
I got to get a lighter and light another one up.

Love is just like a cigar,
Who can really live with it or without it?
It's up to a lighter?

Some can light a cigar quickly and finishes it in a second.
Some can do it just like a whole life time.
Some like myself could not figure out why there are so many flavors of it.

Fucking cigars. It pisses me off but also comforts my heart.