The song of the unfortunates

My funny friends

My friends have problems,

Oh yes they do.

My friends have problems,

And they could be you.

The one doesn't like contact,

Or hugging people tight.

The one who loves the internet,

Up on Tumblr past midnight.

The one who has the crazy hair,

Which people like to smell.

The one who's moving far away,

And still jumps at the bell.

The one who likes to sing a song,

Or hum a little tune.

The one who pinches people's cheeks,

She'll be my friend soon.

The one was asks are you okay?

But she is a friend that will stay.

Then one with long, black swishy hair,

And she might get annoyed but I don't care

You are my friends, and I love you,

I love you, I really do.