Rusty

I'm rusty these days I see you are, too With your game They caught you Again And you're going in Again, for some time How can I put Everything I've just seen Into a poem, into a rhyme? My poems about you used to be so Prolific, full of everything that never really was Because I believed You Could Change Well Hell Right? Hell broke loose for you When I realized I'd been fooled Now, look at you -- A fool shackled, chained Ready for big boy prison now, I hope - Maximum security this time. I pray you'll be Okay. I pray you'll be okay. You ruined many parts of me, but My heart is still here. Isn't that crazy? You amaze me. 47 and still acting Like you're 18. You amaze me Not. At all. Not to diss you, but We don't miss you. But, I'm rusty these days With what I say And I mean it when I say I pray you'll be okay.