I hate it but nothing i try is as right,
as you when it comes to helping me write,
i don't demand it, surely confused,
i don't understand it, purely the used,
wasn't it around last April that she
officially had me on the real possibility of we?
now it's a new year, same month,
and without her i gave up blunts,
just not fully quit, not sure if
it's the right smell for my life wiff,
i'll know soon enough, cause knowing is enough,
i know when i feel for her it IS love,
has been and will be, even until he
becomes a has been and has the lung capacity
to just walk up two stairs, until my last breath,
i'll wish to be able to, with you, keep in step.