Rubin

I'm glad you're happy. 

Saw straight through you.
          I don't think you even recognized me

Sometimes you just need to take a damn good selfie and remind yourself that you run this shit.

Gross

My cheesy balls taste good with marinara 

They still call me selfish.

And in the end it was only him that mattered,
          To this day it is only his happiness
          My sorrow is for tomorrow, 
          And the rest of the years to come 

All around me are familiar faces 
          Worn out places 

See you later.

Love you momma