PiCkIn WeEd OvEr Me

All you ever do is choose weed over me.

I just hope it's not too late.

When the smoke clears you will see.

What me and you had was fate.

That's till you screwed everything up bad.

It went from little trust to no trust.

And you would question why I was mad.

For you smoking weed was a must.

It's been a crazy since we went our own ways.

I hope your happy since your doing what you wanna do.

Already 11 days.

So I just wrote this poem just to thank you.