Netashi

π with a side of sorrow

When I die I’ll be only proud of a few

There is not much to do when you’re a sad little guy

For those numbers do not stop my cries

Because of loneliness and laziness and mistakes of the past  

But then there is something wrong with me for that is not satisfying

No will remember me or anything I have done or said

About my friends family and home

But my most treasured one was meeting you