It's not that I'm misunderstood,
It's justthat I'm not seen,
I'm left here allalone,
Without someone which I can lean.
Standing with mydeserting friends;
Only with people that leave,
How can I get through this all?
When I'm only getting decieved.
Through this, though, they make me stronger,
They let me see the facts,
They've made me become so callous,
To this "thing" that only distracts.
And the 'thing'being a friend,
Someone who will often lie,
Someone who won't be there for you,
When you're done, and ready to die.
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