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The Forgotten Son
I thought love could last,
It’s a thing of the past.
You’re used by the weak,
You’re used by the poor,
You’re chances are bleak,
That, you can’t ignore.
As if it could work,
You think that it would,
Nothing’s worth waiting for,
Even though it should.
You need support from your friends,
Right to ends,
Of the world if they can,
Because you know you can get along with friends.
But the pain is too great,
When you know that you’re used,
Cause when you think you’re in love,
You’ve just been abused.
I wave goodbye to all,
As I fall,
Showering the world with blood,
Yes, it’s me, the forgotten son.
The world will, erase me,
It's too late to save me.
