How has life been, happy bunny?
Should I even call you that?
You're always the opposite of what people really say.
People call you innocent,
But you're all too aware of the situation.
People call you happy to be the in the world,
When you really are miserable.
You loved that fox,
He has that weed.
You've spent years pining away for a fox that never looked at you twice.
You don't have a hand to hold.
You don't have anyone to comfort you.
What have you become?
You're a broken mess.
You've turned into a delicate doll,
Broken by contact.
That bee...
Charmy, right?
Yeah, he never liked you.
He likes that raccoon.
Not you.
NEVER you.
Your own MOTHER doesn't want to see your face.
The world has forsaked you.
Where is everyone?
You're left behind...
Nobody seems to notice that you're gone,
Not that they'd be looking if they had.