It happens to all of us,
At one time or another.
We all lose someone to 'popularity'
And we know that it may not feel very good.
But we will work through it
And in the end,
We also know,
It will be alright.
We need to hold on and
Find a friend to talk to,
And a shoulder to cry on.
When you need to cry, cry.
When you need to shout, shout.
When you need a break from life,
And the drama it brings,
Take that break and forget about the people from the past,
There's a reason they didn't make it into your future.
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