Goodbye.

I wanna say your a real good guy.
But we both know that would be a lie.
Its been a nightmare being your friend.
So its time for this sherad to end.
I can't say goodbye.
Cause you might grind me down into meat pie.
I'll tell the school that you got avian flu.
So it ill be there job to get rid of you.
I hope they put you in the qoruntin.
Or lock you up until you turn eighteen.
So maybe then I'll never have to fear.
You might suddenly bite of my ear.
Please don't bite of my ear.
I can't say goodbye.
Because my face be to mangeled to identify.
If I could get your house reposed.
You'll be fosterly forget in you grand in the north west.
I could get you arrested for stealing a car.
I could get you a job as a miner.
I could ship you in a crate to qutar.
I could sell you as a kabbab to a dirty dinner.
(Its not gonna release any way)
I could get your folks to forget you on the free way.
I could sell you to a freak show.
On its way you'll regret.
I could get you stuck on a fairground ride.
I could send you to a wedding some where stan with you as the bride.
I can't say goodbye.
And there's no you trying to deny.
That I don't wanna be friends with you so do what ever you have to do...

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