I look out for my nearest alibi,
i know him and he thinks he knows me, but he cries and cries and cries,
who needs help more, me or the alibi?
i am a form of defence and he is a shoulder, a shoulder to lean on to stop me from falling into a sphere of depression,
there would be no escape,
so he stands there crying and crying keeping his shoulder a pillow for my head,
i lean, wide eyed and crooked, the crying won't stop,
why do you cry like that my friend, why?
Because i haven't learnt to smile yet.
I can teach you.
Try your best.
He told me i had done a good job and we left our positions for bed,
i awoke the next morning to a vibration on the table next to my head,
in a daze i read that my alibi never woke up, poor lost friend,
now i have no pillows left.
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