My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last weekHe narrowly escaped
Growing older
Like the rest of us
Will and areI dont miss him
Very much at all
'Cause I have lost
The ability to feel anything at allAnd Ive got problems
Of my own, you see
To deal with and you know
That I hate you all
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