Done

I find your on my mind

and it happens from time to time

your a part of who I am

a part of who I was,

and for some reason or another, 

I think of you a lot.

I think of where you are, 

what your doing with your life

if the drug world that your in, 

is tearing you apart

I know that you got caught

and arrested twice

but even with all that,

your still not guna stop

I wish you would change, 

but maybe there is no good left in you

I wish that you didn't give up faith 

and that you cared enough to quit

addiction is a b*tch

but drugs is all a choice,

taking that first hit,

then rollin on x

then ralling the white snow

when were you going to stop?

after you got shot?

the road your heading down,

leads you straight down to hell,

and your not getting off,

your not putting on the brakes, 

just starring death right in the face

your on your way to jail

which is pretty much straight hell,

but do you even care?

your empathy is gone, 

the boy I once loved is lost

I spent two years trying to save you

but your the one who choose this path

the path of destruction

If only you could see that there is still some good in that heart

there is a way that you'll be saved, 

there is a way home from your mistakes,

but you already know 

and you choose to walk to the other way

I wish that you could hear 

what I'm trying to say,

but you don't know me 

and I don't know you anymore

I've been thinking about this for awhile, my ex from awhile ago got arrested for selling drugs, and he's screwing up his life, its a pity that he doesn't give a crap about himself or his life. He's just stuck in satan's trap. Maybe he'll change, maybe someone will reach out to him and he'll reach back.