Hey kid, how's it going? You look like you're doing well
But having been one who knows ya, I don't trust your looks to tell
Low cunning in your composure, a pretty face; a violent hell
In the wake of your exposure: a trail of tears and men who fell.
I must admit a grave disclosure: I'm among them fallen down.
And though its pits and pains to know ya, I really hope you're doing well
I can't recall a moment sober, the world for two with you around.
And though the lawyer cost a fortune, I paid my debt n walk the town
And you never looked so gorgeous, as when your lies there slithered down
To avert you from my vision; the greatest crime of pride abounds
Surely as that something missing, the finest point there etching spells
Surely as your eyes were dimming, as you stitched that night to hell
Missing calls then mine for prison, but I'd prefer that lonely cell
Did you note my opposition? Some poor fool more clown than crown
He flailed and stomped at sane decision, stupid stuff to make you proud
And I for one don't blame him, I only pray you're doing well
With you goes my love and hatred, a token for the wishing well.
