What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck

When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.

I stand for love
For I believe love
Holds the only remedy
After all everyone deserves
To live their live's in
A state of blissful dignity

My weary pen runs dry
As my word's frantically cry
What if it was you or I
Would a Poet love you
Enough to even try

Try and shed light
On your private hell
Even if it were to mean
This soul I must sell
Real love is where I live
Surely I was put here
To give and give
And give

In my callused hands
I grip the dredge
Of humanity
Like a still born
I cradle calamity
I could never let you fall
With real love
I will carry us all
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I want her too much
But.............................
I'm just a good dude

I always support her
Ya...............................
I'm one of her fool's

I've had enough
Well......................
I'm up to my neck

As much as I try
Sadly...................
I cannot connect

It's time to move on
Slam!!!.....................
My heart is a door

I'll love her forever
But...........................
Just not any more.

This is where the world ends
And I begin
So why
Are you on my cloud again?
Looking down
You only see my feet
I'm up here
You don't have to reach
Your god complex
Is not invisible
Why are you always miserable?
You forced your way
Into my rhyme
Heavy heart'd on my mind
I've no solution
Just these lines
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