D.O.A

I wrote a piece about you today But not in a good way I wrote it with so much passion Hopefully you would stay Turns out it's just a grain of sand by the beach Today I wrote a piece about you what it didn't say was I wanted you to stay That I want you to be my ride or die You know, always there by my side Through this life of Downers and daffodils But like a dandelion we fell apart Her love for me crumbled and tumbled, down the pit to oblivion So now I feel as if I'm in prison Locked up for something similar to treason