The Ballad of King Pherf
He runs away
He runs away from all these pointless things
From all the boys and girls in the cliques
He loves himself
To love oneself is not a catacomb
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He wastes his life
He wastes his life with all these pointless things
Keeping a tight grip on his knife
And he hates himself
To hate oneself is a catacomb
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Writer/s: Jack Yanda
