Having no friend makes me sad,
Even the days go bad,
With nobody around,
No one to play with me,
A bee stung me,
As pain glides through my soul,
As my body burns like coal,
I have to cry, to leave all the pain out,
As I scream through my jaws,
Asking for help,
With nobody around,
To look far out,
If I go out,
I won't be able to find my way in,
As they covered the exit, full of sadness,
With no way in,
With no place full of happiness,
I will stay locked out,
With my soul covered in coal.
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