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I hate this game

The goal is always the same

Its all such a drain

The turn out is always so lame



It's like a play rehearsed

I know every verse

Take me away in a hurst

I'm about to burst



Who wants to just be friends

I want to hoold your hand

This role is so bland

I so all i ever can



But always the end is dreaful

Your friends so hateful

Me eyes so tearful

Never again wil it be so meaningful



On goes my continued exsistence

Surviving with a little persistence



I hate to see your everlasting face

Glued to my mind with the paste of memory

I run from you know with such haste

Its blood in my mouth I taste



You don't want me to stay here

I know its me you fear

There is no need my dear

From me never again you will hear



I am gone now forever

To be seen again never

On my life i have pulled the lever

And broken the last tether