i hate to see my friend
become another statistic yet again.
its like a soldier at a battifield
instead of the warrior losing, he's winning..
lets start from the beginning.
yes it starts from love, but lust is the first true meaning
she falls victim to an unprotected sex venom
you guide her but she doesn't listen
as usual he doesnt wanna help, no job, crazy and all.
she now see's his internal and external flaws.
now she listens to the information that was guided hating herself because she was misleaded
but even though i see my friend
belly bigger and heart weighing down her frame.
i love her and treat her all the same.
but yet shes become another statistic in vain.