one day

one day i'll stop smoking; it is killing me, slowly.
one day i'll say i love you; it'll make me happy
one day i'll say i need you; it'll make you desired.
one day i'll run away; it'll make me free (of you).

and i'm waiting for the day you will come near me and say: don't smoke 'cause it will kill you slowly, i love you and i wanna make you the happiest person, i need you and you'll feel desired, and, last but not the least, don't run away (of me) 'cause it will kill me.

with love, Pedro