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There are no friends for me

All I see are pure enemies

There's no such thing as trust

Go ahead, talk to me, if you must

The more you learn, the less you care

Why must you insist I share?

Your motivation is self captivation

Your self fascination is sick infatuation

I’m not any better than you

I’m fucked up in certain ways too

In reality we’re all just full of it

Too stubborn to see, people equal shit

We try so hard for the friends we make

I learned fast, everyone is fake

We seek comfort in others around us

Every where I look I end up in disgust



Where are my friends now?

They’re no where to be found

Some have helped me a lot

And now to them, I’m a thought

Most of them showed me wickedness

I became one with the world’s sickness

I hid from whom I am for them

Lost, I followed their anthem

We all had something each other wanted

Now I’m gone and no longer haunted

I’m growing confident and growing apart

They ditched me, so I’m on a new start

I can’t blame them or hold resentment

I’ll just move on with my commitment

To be loyal to the Lord, myself, and family

It’s all I need to live happily