Sick Of

alwayz being left out
no one getting to know what i'm about
always being the back up friend
having no one to depend

sick of being alone
already being disowned
having no one to catch me when i fall
yet people ask why i feel so small

sick of caring they know they dont
when i die cry they wont
i'm just another person they've come upon
so when its ime they wont know i'm gone

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