Snake
You slither away Into dark secluded rooms Sending a message Predicting our doom Your mind is at ease your goal is to please And you never think About what will be- When the smoke clears away And the spout stops spurting When the others are gone And you're all alone - hurting. Who will be there to hold you When your bridges are burned? Who will be there to care If the lessons not learned? Who will be there to want you When the tables are turned? Who will be there to love you? Not me - It's not my concern.
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