Dear Friend, how could you do this to yourself?
Chose to write your final chapter, and put the book up on the shelf.
Didn’t anyone tell you, that shit was selfish?
Always the one saying it was life we need to relish.

Things are all good though, I still go to see your momma.
She’s doing just fine, but she still holds onto a lot of the trauma.
Ever since you left she’s been praying for better karma.
She wants you to know that she cut out all...