With regard to this grieving process…
how is this supposed work…?
is it okay to be sad for me…
but happy for her…
cuz Cancer
(with a capital “C”
outta respect)
is a low-down cruel *****
But she gave that low-down cruel *****
A run for her money…
A hellava fight…
And now her race is run…
And it’s a win/win …
Or maybe it’s a no brainer…
And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here
But **** it…
It’ll hafta come to me later…
Cuz my skin itches…
and I keep looking over my shoulder…
feeling as if someone is there…
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
With regard to this grieving process…
how is this supposed work…?
is it okay to be sad for me…
but happy for her…
cuz Cancer
(with a capital “C”
outta respect)
is a low-down cruel *****
But she gave that low-down cruel *****
A run for her money…
A hellava fight…
And now her race is run…
And it’s a win/win …
Or maybe it’s a no brainer…
And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here
But **** it…
It’ll hafta come to me later…
Cuz my skin itches…
and I keep looking over my shoulder…
feeling as if someone is there…
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