Your nothing

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Your Nothing

You think I'm something you think I'm everything
You wish I could be there more often
I really don't like you
You're such a waste of my life

You hope I'll be there
Till the month's end
And you just stop and stare
Your nothing's not a friend

Wake up, pathetic person you are
Realize, I have more than you could ever achieve
One lifetime can do this to you
Another waste
Why not just plunge off the deep end
It's not worth all this
You need to taste
What I call a friend
And make amends with my fists

I don't want you to be
I can't stand you to see
And I'll leave now
Don't expect me back.

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