Goodbye 2U

Where are you going, I yelled as she walked out the door. No answer just silence need I, to say more usually I know when she's mad, sad or high This time I can't, or I can´t tell you why. Usually on Fridays, Saturdays and such it was always a party we didn´t care much All kinds of drugs we welcomed with glee we were all still young it didn´t matter to me. We did things together rather I liked it or not, it was just us two that wasn´t a lot.

We were so different we were nothing alike, she didn't like noise or know how to fight. So sometimes I wondered the reason she's here, I'd only take notice after drinking some beer. She only exists when I´m lost, scared or high and that was usually all of the time. She was my rock or that's what I thought until the day she picked up my Glock. For the first time I saw her so clear I had become my own biggest fear. So, then I decided to tell her like this You need to go now you, I won´t miss. Sobriety soon followed that faithful day, but she sometimes returns ... after the parade.