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War is black as tar.
What is the point of it?
Power?
Land?
Resources?
Destruction?
Agony?
Death?
Life?
It is pointless,
It is only to make a statement.
Why?
We’re just friends,
She laughs, smiles, talks with me.
We’re just friends!
We’re just friends,
I laugh, smile, talk with her.
We’re just friends!
You say you want to get to know me better.
You want me to open up,
Spill my guts,
Tell you my secrets,
Give you my heart.
If only I could.
