A Shame


Wouldn't it be a shame to grow up
and be just like your mother,
What is in a name, to be
a whore by any other.
Wasn't it nice they crushed your dreams
at such a tender age,
how kind of you to treat the world
as if it were a stage.
But that's okay because it's
coming slowly to an end,
I'll say this once, i'll say this twice
goodbye to you my friend.