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