Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led?
Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met,
Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed,
And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed.
Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed?
Who see you and frown and avoid you at any cost,
Opportunities of friendship for live and evermore lost,
Now which to prefer like death through sun or frost.
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