Till you’re gone
You stay the same,
Popping pills and smoking
To get rid of the pain.
If you don't quit now,
I'll be going to your wake.
Scratch that.
I'll be sleeping in late.
Not even thinking about you.
Getting ready for my day,
Won't even notice your away.
My sister
She called you gay.
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