wants to hide in a bottle of booze too
can he afford to lose a friend or two
if you knew what he knew you'd want it too
his friends are many his close friends are few
you think when he dies people will say who
dying is on his mind permanently
no running no escape no happily
ever after and no let down gently
just pain just bruises looking angrily
it's not your fault and it never will be
it's all me it's all me and only me
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