Poop.

I don't want this ish to fade

but our friendship ain't the same

we use to sit and talk for hours

now we haven't spoke in days

haven't seen you for a while

its really hard to fight the pain

when your lonely deep inside

there's no way to stop the rage

your too busy for the new

so you step back for the old

the friends you use to say were true

smashed the itch you use to hold

its getting chilly out

so you smoke a blunt to ease the cold

don't know why you had to change

you were fine the way you were

getting heavy in the daze

looking steady, feel the gaze?