if someone were to tell me when i’m a freshman
that in 4 years you’ll no longer roll with them
your friends and all the close homies
will all turn into druggies and stupid dope fiends
i lost myself and my friends to a life of drug and parties
this home is now corrupt and no longer save to…
no matter good or bad it will always end in a bye
when you finally feel something but all you feel are bitter lies
and the memories you both made will soon be forgotten
only to be thought of again later, when one of you feels bitter or rotten