Brother
John as much as I thought
you were the bomb
but
when you hit me
I was like shit me
boy I ain't your toy
You didn't bring me any joy
All you were was a ploy
A fake
How you annoyed me so bad
I felt real sad
And mad
-Now you leave me
Like a leaf from a tree
You get blown away
Lead astray
With me you had opportunity
But you did leave me carried
By the breeze
Just to come back sometime
In the future
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