So lonely my mind makes friends.
They hate me but we make amends.
They tell me my flaws.
And they stay with me, I guess it's a good cause.
I just need some one here with me.
There the only people I need and they agree.
They give me the gun.
It's sick that's there virson of fun.
But there just trying to help. In the worst ways.
There just a stress phase