[Enter Chorus]
Chorus:
It all began when he was just a lad,
Intellectual; play just a tad.
His parents very heavy smokers.
Made fun of by peers who think they are jokers.
He muddles through life trying to escape.
The farthest he ever got was just broken drapes.
One day, to no surprise, he succeeded. He left nothing but a life, conceded.
And this play, explaining oh so little.
Few tried, failing, to get in the middle.
All he ever wanted was a friend.
Just a friend, could have kept him from the end.
[Exit]
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