Moving away I see all these faces change
Everything fades but my pain stays the same
Do we ever have friends like the ones when we were kids?
Isolated in a crowded room, how can you fly with broken wings?
To those who pretend to care
I know that you're fake
To those who pretend to care
Stay the fuck out of my face
You were my power, my pleasure, my pain
But now I'm nothing, I'm barely a grain
Just a speck on the Earth, what the fuck am I worth?
Been looking forward to death since birth
When I was down you never there
Weight of my pain too much to bare
It seems to me compassion is rare
I recognise fake friends will never care
When will you open your eyes and see the world for what it really is?
I should've cast you aside
No mercy for you or your kind
Empty words from a spineless mind
You're fucking out of line
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