you took my soul
ripping it from my very grasp
spiriling into a black hole
my life is but a gasp
our friendship was but a lie
you killed the joy inside me
and now here i cry
it's hard to even be
yet no one does anything
why won't they believe me?
they treat it as a fling
as a problem as tall as a flea
hear my sorrow!
hear my pain!
the path i now follow
has not much to gain
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