#124 He's idled by who he ignores, He's too blind to see his friends. He fell too far, way too fast, Now he's waiting for it all to end. Craving attention of others, He continues to put on his act. They begin to leave him, He's being ignored as a matter of fact. He plays his friends, Can't stay where he is. There's gotta be something else, Something more than this... You can talk to him, But he's not really there. He's off thinking what chaos he can make, His reputation is living on a prayer. He's running down the path of life, Full speed, the wrong way. Maybe he'll realize sometime, Maybe he'll wake up one day. He says everyone hates him, But there's someone else fulfilling his prayer. If he'd for once look up, He'd see there's someone there.
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to Aaron Spearling, My Semi-Best Friend. Who I'm worried about.
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