You will never be my friend,
You won't be here in the end,
Our two minds, they'll never bend,
And on you I won't depend.
Maybe once our paths have crossed,
Yet I'm glad this friendship's lost,
I'm not yours at any cost,
You'll never make it through the frost.
You should know my smile is phony,
Underneath my heart is stony,
I don't need you as my crony,
All you'll find is sharp and bony.
Dead kitty, kitty, sitting so pretty beside my bed,
Pet kitty, kitty; quell little ditty inside my head.
Love is this nagging, oft hearts’a’dragging feeling inside my mind.
Loss tails a’wagging, storms in while bragging, up from behind.
Sick kitty, kitty, dejected, taking injections right under the skin,
What, kitty kitty, will we be, itty bitty, when your wick grows too thin?
True pain is this feeling, while reeling, that I can never lightly dismiss,
But loss is a frequent dealing, rarely appealing, forever opposing my bliss.
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