No Friend of Mine
The child is lost and I am what I am after
I am dead and I don't need another friend
All I hear is the stirring echo of laughter
And I scream and scream until the end
They point the finger and stick it in my face
Until senses sharpen and we are elevated
It is what it isn't and that is the case
I smell your fear and yes it is premeditated
I will hack and claw and gnash at my teeth
To get away from those who use and abuse
For it is I who no longer wants to seethe
I can and do have the power to choose
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