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When all our friends faded away, We stuck together. I didn’t think it was okay, The way they treated you. Yet, here we are, Feeling like deja vu, Wondering why, I stayed. I try to be kind, I try to be nice, But judging by how you act, I must be blind. You make jokes, And I laugh, But we both know, The facts. I know my place, So I’ll let you have your way. I’ll be your punching bag, What did I do to make you so mad? I thought friends were supposed to have, Each other's backs. Is it bad, That I like being your punching bag? When you're desperate, You take what you can get. So when I have your attention, I don’t complain. Though you may berate me, I’ll hold my head up high. Because I’d rather have you, Then be on my lonesome. I understand my post, We both know how this goes. I’ll be your punching bag, What did I do to make you so mad? I thought friends were supposed to have, Each other's backs. Is it bad, That I like being your punching bag? Is this how friendship works? You throw your friends to the dirt?
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Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
Song Poem #1 "Punching Bag"
When all our friends faded away, We stuck together. I didn’t think it was okay, The way they treated you. Yet, here we are, Feeling like deja vu, Wondering why, I stayed. I try to be kind, I try to be nice, But judging by how you act, I must be blind. You make jokes, And I laugh, But we both know, The facts. I know my place, So I’ll let you have your way. I’ll be your punching bag, What did I do to make you so mad? I thought friends were supposed to have, Each other's backs. Is it bad, That I like being your punching bag? When you're desperate, You take what you can get. So when I have your attention, I don’t complain. Though you may berate me, I’ll hold my head up high. Because I’d rather have you, Then be on my lonesome. I understand my post, We both know how this goes. I’ll be your punching bag, What did I do to make you so mad? I thought friends were supposed to have, Each other's backs. Is it bad, That I like being your punching bag? Is this how friendship works? You throw your friends to the dirt?
No, this isn't an actual song of course. I just happen to find myself coming up with lyrics in my head sometimes, so this series of poems will be me writing "songs." Bear with me!!!
ReeceAE
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Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
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