Talk about me with my back turned,
What real friends are is what I've learned.
Say what you want because I know,
That this is part of your sick show.
You want to be liked by everyone,
By the end, you'll have no one.
Because you push aside those who're kind,
And soon enough you will find,
That you are the only issue here,
And reality will be your darkest fear.
All alone every single day,
No pity from me, just keep away.
The trust I gave you is all gone now,
I hope you die alone, this I vow.
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