Past, Present, Future
Some people judged too quick
others not enough,
I thought I knew and picked yet the road was rough.
The lies you told were sick
and getting over you was tough.
You come across my mind
from time to time.
Then gone with the wind
because your not worth a dime.
Hope all goes well,
life will be a bliss.
I'll be climbing to the top,
you wont be missed.
Goodbye with a skip and hop,
left behind with a diss,
and not one tear dropped.
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