Thinking you are all alone
Walking on your own
Your feet were beginning to tire
Your walking on the fire
The time when you needed a friend
You were burnt almost to your end
But you keep on walking
Seeing everyone talking
Just staring at you
They don't have a clue
Who you really are
They just want you to go far
Away
And then they start to say
"What a person,
So odd, indeed."
You know you're better
You know you don't need
Any of their crap
Cause you know
You have no need to snap
They keep on talking
And you just go walking
Looking for that friend
On that fire, Burnt Almost to Your End
Go on,
-M.
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