You may feel lost and thrown away
and I know some things have been bothering you
You may not feel like talking today
and you need to pretend to just get through
You're lost in your world of dismay
and we can't see that it's not true
The imagination of who you portray
isn't in a world that's blue
You're my best friend, I hold that true
I need you to get through, don't be blue
It's in these games that I find you
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