Can't make cancer more simple.

A previous friend... Well, just read. It's pretty self explanatory.

These empty streets,

Complaints of pathetic feets,

No one knows the real life shop,

Lies of their passions, Stop.

 

His daddy was the interest,

You could read it on the breaths of his chest,

He hid behind the lines of his eyes,

But each word he spit you could tell were lies.

He would drink his days away,

We all knew he wasn't okay,

Eating his nicotine and caffine on the side.

We tried to love him,

Even with the negative thoughts I didn't mind,

Those days were measured slim,

And I knew one day it would all end,

By each moment I would spend,

Trying not to resort to the trigger,

Amounts of the hatred grew bigger.

 

He left with out goodbyes, but peace signs.

To this day every breath a sigh.

I wish him happy days,

And I get the f**k you, ways.

Put an end to the s****y holidays,

Because I don't need your self righteous sympathy lays.