Where do you suppose she goes?

a friend sometimes has to
force herself
It could have been
me
but it wasnt me
Who knows why
guess
I'm lucky
Not doomed but
destined
for fun
and big things
and social responsibility
and fleas
and trying to stay normal
No one can believe it
Once we were trippin
and now things are dying
and the road is forking
and I know which way
I'm going
and for once
Im not sorry