Many smiles, many laughs
And a hundred tears cried for each
Lots of friends, lots of love
And two losses for every three gained
What is to be said
To all I'll leave behind
When I say goodbye
Who will be mourning by my side
Take the good with the bad
Don't worry, I will
But every good I see
Is overshadowed by bad possibilities
Fear has become ingrained
You all have me trained
To see loss in what I gained
My heart is purely pained
Is it okay that I believe
Despite all your declarations
Disregarding your claims
These are the worst four years of my life
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