Dear Friend

You walk with your head stuck in a fucking hole
Look up for once
You’ve walked through this routine
But now you’re just tripping in the ditches
Calling us those bitches

You’re just like a shitting volcano
It’s unpredictable when you’re about to explode
Try letting it out slowly
Then we’ll understand shit your saying

Don’t push away
We are the structures that’s got you strong
Or had you strong

You can’t run away
Memories are a stain
There is not back track.

PS. I’m not chasing a person that’s got something stuck up the ass.