Betrayed By The Game

January 4, 2017

2016. People said you sucked.

But I think it was just the end of our bad luck.

I separated from my friends before they ditched me for partners and kids.

And I dropped out of college, to obtain my own knowledge; moved to Florida.

But I still miss my old friends. Our parties, and getting to relax again.

So I'm goin' back to Colorado - gonna try not to live like desperado.

So open the door and set fire to 2017!

You never know what's in store.

Just stop to smell the flowers; the world will keep spinning.

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