Men's best friend
I was born to this world as men's best friend,
Not to be abused or to make this the end.
We jump and play, it was all in vain
I was named with happiness,
Now my name is worthless.
I want to speak and ask why
But the only answer is bye
After the first hit
I was layed to rest
All the pain and suffering
All I was offering
Was life.
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