Second-Hand

well

guess it was about time it happened

just

wish it didn't leave me so flattened

stupid I know

but here we are

and another friendship gone

because

well

they don't like who I am

nothing that I did

they just ran away and hid

slid away all nice and quiet

because they don't

"agree with my lifestyle"

and I have to hear about this

second-hand

that's okay

been here before

I'm not knocking on death's door

so sweep the floor

dust my coat

move along

new day, new shirt

strangely it doesn't hurt

not as much as it did

the times and times before

a heart grows cold

and numb to the sore

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