The kid has friends yet still felt alone.
He felt that he was suppose to be alone.
Why be sad and let everyone know.
It's better to fake and let no one know.
Can I really be called a friend.
Maybe I was just playing a part.
Do we really feel from are heart.
I'm living in my own hell while people live well.
Sometimes you wish you end it all.
There will be a day where I fall and
I'll have nothing at all.
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