Poetry

Everyone has a history

Everyone has a past

And you can try to forget

But people make it last

They never seem to stop

And think about how it may hurt

When your whole life has been hard

And your name is now dragged through the dirt

Yes, maybe he messed up

But right now it means nothing to me

He hasn't done anything wrong to show that

And he's my friend, or can't you see?

Relax why don't you

Take a chill pill and see things like I do

The reason you don't and the reason you won't

Is because he messed up with YOU.