Abandoning your friends
Clipping your own wings.
Why, how, how could
You think to do such a thing.
Its a lonely road ahead,
Without those you call your friends,
Its a miserable path to tread,
Without those you call your friends.
You think they don't love you but they do,
You think they judge you and its true,
Because they do.
Its all part of the game.
You don't know whats right for you,
Your not omni-anything.
Your just another,
Face on the street without a soul's food to eat.
Friendship sharpens sort of like swords,
Love conquers not just in wars,
Dignity retrained the blinded me,
But doing the right thing is the hardest thing to be.
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