Like parasites
they're eating me away.
Should I say my last rites?
I could die any day.
It's all because of them,
the ones I used to call 'friends'.
All they did to me was condemn
as it was all fated to end.
But like parasites some stay
and it breaks my heart
that I'll be leaving in May
and from them I'll have to part.
But maybe it's for the best
maybe it will end the pain.
But I feel like I've failed the test,
I feel like I've missed my train
and I'm stuck here,
eaten away by parasites
and I fear,
next will come the termites.
