Dear weed my old friend,
I believe our relationship must come to an end.
I know you seem fun and I know you seem sweet,
But you leave me torn and in defeat.
The first time we met was definitely magic,
Little did I know that road would be tragic.
Your jealous ways took it all,
And like the colored leaves my life began to fall.
You just won't leave, you just wont go
Like the winter breeze you are cold as snow.
We started fresh like a spring shower,
But quickly you began to change and take power.
I see you with others and you make them smile,
That glimpse of the old you keeps me in denial.
I beg you please to just go away,
So like the summer sun I can shine one day.