The passing of frends comes from the coming of news
They will leave u alone wanting to sing the blues
I just recently lost my best frend to the spec of dust he calls his girlfrend
I hav no problem i told him not to expect me to be nice until it comes to an end
The thing is we were wingbros
But wings can be stripped into solos
Seperated by a spec of dust  blowing in the wind
I wish wen he chose his brain would hav spinned
It wud hav tossed and turned
So tht a ****** relationship wud not hav been earned