Smoker's cold

Alll I feel is preasure, all round,
physical and mental, all it takes is a sound,
to make me lose control,
punch a hole
in the wall,
man, fuck it all!
I feel like shit
so I go and sit,
on the curb
don not disturb
I'm havin a smoke
I'm flat out broke.
My family is scared
my temper's impaired
They say "Nick
this is a habbit you have to kick"
I say fuck you,
run out and meet my crew.
Drugs and drink,
makes me think
so I spill my ink
now my moods sink
cold like a skating rink
the chains still bind,
the chains still clink,
I think it's time to break this link.