I know that you call me
And I am sorry I ain’t pick up
I am kinda busy tryna pick myself up
Overwhelmed with grief as I write this
This can’t be my mid-life crisis
I ain’t half way through my life yet
How have you been?
What’s up with you?
I have seen some photos lately
You look wonderful
I hate to admit it
But I still have love for you
Tears spill as soon as this pen hit the paper
I let you down,so what are you showing love to me for?
Tell me, can your faith in me ever be destroyed?
I know you are ashamed to admit that we ever had a thing
And it kills me deep down inside
Boison got crashed by a big car
And I got crashed by my hard past
Went back to my roots got depressed as fuck
And now every night I break down and cry
Before you go on and cry
Before you go on and tell the whole world how heartless I am
If I died before putting our names in a poem
Could I count on you to put it in one?