I'm surrounded by people,
Who just don't get,
Who I am inside,
And they could care less,
If I'm lonely,
Or why I cried,
You always hold me back,
I can't deal with this anymore,
You treat me like I'm a dirty rat,
Now do I have to keep score?
Of how many lies you make every day,
Why do you consider me a friend?
I'm already past the end
Don't talk to me,
Or I will run away,
Don't ask things of me,
I have no sympathy,
For you,
I guess you knew,
I already made the biggest mistake,
By making friends with you
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