In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, September 15, 2018
my imaginary friends 2
my imaginary friends held a meeting
and decided to vote me out
I fell to the floor, shaking
crying "what is this all about?"
they said you're taking us for granted
we're really not too bad
and besides, we very well may be
the only friends you have
my imaginary friends threw a party
they danced the twist and shout
except me, alone, with my hash pipe
guess I was the odd man out
I asked why didn't you invite me
I would have loved to go
but they pretended they didn't hear
I'm thinking the answer is no
woe is me
nothing but pain and sorrow
in my life of misery
oh woe is I
my imaginary friends
have left me far behind
my imaginary friends called me over
I thought they had good intentions
everyone was in attendance
they had me for an intervention
they said I was addicted
to the joys they give to myself
they told me that abandonment
was my way to my mental health
woe is me
nothing but pain and sorrow
in my life of misery
oh woe is I
my imaginary friends
have left me far behind
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