Not Your Friend Either

your life was God's gift to you, He took precious time to make your life was yours to have though not yours to take i know just how "D" came in, right thru that door and i know he held your hand all because he held mine before "no one care, no one loves you, and no one will miss you... come on sit with me, tell your boy all your issues..." now, "D" has you totally isolated, got you thinking he's your only pal so he brings you around his crowd to make it worth your while... "this is my cousin Anger, my sister Loneliness, and my brother Suicide... forget everything you learned in church, let us be your guide..." before you know it, they've assisted you in planning your own demise and those who really care, your family, your friends, are none the wise every detail has been planned: last movie, last meal, the good-bye note the execution: a poison to which there is no anadote it hurts to say if i were there as you began to teater i could have told you because i know he's not your friend either.