the end
happiness
sadness
me
the end
the fire
my eyes, your eyes
autobiography
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There once was a boy
Who thought he had joy,
But it was all a cruel joke.
All day, fun is what they poked.
He thought he had friends
But all of a sudden it ends.
He thought it was he they like
But it was all a psyche
One day they're nice
The next, there's no dice.
He wished it would end,
Having only one true friend.
Maybe they'll all die
And he'll be the one saying good-bye.
He wished it would end,
All the pain inside him.
He just wants to smack them
To make the horror end.
They're all liars and fakes,
Smoking pot and half-baked.
Why won't it end?
I'm my only friend.