Sick
I don/t know should I be happy or should I be sad
Your old man’s heart just skipped a few beats
Is it sick if I’m glad
No it’s despicable
He means a lot to you
Am I really that selfish?
To be glad if he’s gone
The only thing between us
Poof
No he might hate what we have
But that’s no reason
No reason to wish for this
Let this be en example
Of how sick humanity can be.
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