It's not long,
Before we do wrong,
Only to make it into a song.
As day turns dark,
Cold wind makes a mark,
And the wolves, they begin to bark.
We reminisce the day,
We feel some type of way,
And all our hard work crumbles like clay.
But the only enemy,
A certain little friend in me,
Knew exactly who it was gonna be.
I took the time to sew,
And I tried to get know-
You before your anger started to blow.
I am the enemy,
I think I need therapy,
Instead I grow like a cherry tree.
Now it's passed eleven,
I gotta be up by seven,
Now I send this prayer to heaven.
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