You belong with the social beings Who want to chat and laugh with glee As we all are meant to be It’s with them you ought to live Not with him, poor him Who has nothing else to give
He chases you and cherishes you and wants to be you But when he tries so hard to be bold You shoot him down and make him feel cold So he runs and ravishes and friends are rare Only I stick by him You don’t want to care
So remember this dear friend Each time you laugh and point and jeer He’s alone once more, no reason to cheer Lying in bed, so thin He draws a blade and Etches symbols onto his skin
And if you knew how the blood stained his floor You wouldn’t find it funny any more