Don’t know why, I’m feeling blue

Nobody gets me, that’s true

When time came, I was their sprue

Where are they now, no clue.

I don’t stretch truth, they say I’m cruel

A bit cold, but I’m no ghoul.

Feeling like I deserve pain, like a footstool

Is it raining, I might mewl.

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