The new year, I see was not a happy one for thee, it started with sickness and pain, they even blew your best vien, all for kidney stone I hear you say, where they poked and prodded you all fucking day? Oh thats not all is it I ask as weep, for the past three mounts you haven't been able to even fucking sleep, And then this Monday, Oh what a nice day, but when no one was there at the house of the gays, you fell down the stairs while your mother only glares and you wonder why she even stays by your side but you swallow your pride because in little ways everything stays
