Cynical; a word that leaves me cold,
Knowing it is a lie.
But yet I guess I'm getting old
For I thought friendship could not die.
Yet all things end, someone said;
Good things mostly do
And from the complex life I've led
I know this to be true.
Why do I care? Well I don't know;
It's just the way I am.
So off I guess I must go
Where only a cynic can;
Into the selfish world of hate
To damn, and damn and damn!!!