Wrlds a stage ,GODs teh only one to be praised,
Me a pantomime sufferin of bein dazed
My parents bought me in this wrld to glaze,
I'm teh one whuse dyin up as a humbly crazed
Whot else do I need if she cld alwyz b at my aid,
But its jus teh friendship tht she always craves
Wht if she's always in frnt of me,thr fr me,wid me in this wrldly stage,
I knw I'm born not 2 expect nethng frm, whum I wish 2 gaze
M I born to be subdued in fear,agony n blaze,
uh!! GOD plz help coz I'm dyin to sleep in my own grave
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