i had a friend named JJ she had a pretty bad life i havent talked to her in years |
A poem for J.J. what you get is what you get thats all i used to hear and now that thats over im still sittin here for better or for worse? in sickness and in health? till death do you part? life is unjust who died.... not her not him and who the hell wins this game is one id rather not play but before i even get my say its over before it began theyre gone and not coming back but oh well nothin new im mean i must not mean much to you at least shes no longer black and blue say bye bye baby girl and shes out of your world for better or worse? in sickness and health? till death do you part? who died not her-not him but oh well nothin new im mean i must not mean much to you at least shes no longer black and blue this game is one id rather not play but before i even get my say its over before it began theyre gone and not coming back so close your eyes and picture a time when there were no problems and you could do what you wanted then open them and we're all here still sittin here hoping you'd come back and there you are but somethings wrong and then your gone what you get is what you get thats all i used to hear and now that thats over im still sittin here so close your eyes and picture a time when there were no problems and you could do what you wanted for better or for worse? in sickness and in health? till death do you part? life is unjust who died.... not her not him and who the hell wins not her not him |