Forsaken he stands
Surrounded by friends
All dolled up in conversation
And concerns and such like
But believe me, he knows
Your naked bodys are ugly
Beneath lies your conceit
You care to be seen
When he lusts for a friend
You can bet he'll been needing
And he'll die all alone
The boy can rot
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