goodluck & good-luck .

YOU'RE HEADED FOR MUCK .
once, twice; there'll never be a thrice.

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Change.

waste and taste with the recent poser;
wrapped around by the social hoser.

she ain't the same, and she is to blame.
yet she runs her own friendship game.

social butterfly, floating and gloating;
sucks them in, fakes stripped coating.

you'll land in a pit, throwing a fit.
and i'll put oil to the fire you lit.
you'll hear me voice therefores.
it is time to settle the inner gores.

we'll see where you get someday,
we will see, it ain't too far away.
now, you're adjourn, in all the rife;
soon, you'll be gone, outta my life.

and i don't, i won't, keep in touch;
because this time, i had it rough.

soon, you will be under covers.
keep at it, i insist; i have others.

things change, people change;
now you'll see a raw exchange,
you never thought was coming.
but it is right here, and running.

hold it - words on repeat, i say;
when things do not go your way,
don't buzz me, i've turned my back,
i'll hang this friendship on the rack.

sincerely, i wish that luck does hit.
cause your loneliness will need it.

;[signed]