I feel... that there's something in me... trying to break--

Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.

What are they doing, is it right before my eyes?
Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.
I'm getting frantic, growing louder are my cries.


I'm getting tired of excuses and evasions
Why don't they face me, just admit the situation?

What have I done, are they afraid my celebration

Will make them dull (or make them sick)

or make them mad (or make them sad)
or make them angry, (make them frantic)
make them crazy, (make them loopy)

make it painful, make it sickly, make it random, make it icky,
break my mind and leave me twitchy, nothing left of poor old Pinkie! what has happened to me, tell me, daddy why'd you do that to me!


NO!

What have I done? What have I done?

I'm left alone here, just a party of one! (just a party of one, (*##$es)
What have they done? This isn't fun!
I should have known, I should have seen that this would come.


It's all a matter of when they will come to tell me
That they despise me, that they never want to see me.

Well, SCREW THEM ALL! It's time for pinkie pie to be free!

Pinkamena, show those scars! Broken bones and broken hearts.

Give me, tell me one good reason, why I should give them a season, let alone an hour, minute, or a fraction of time in it, clinging to reality, one last second, savored for me, looking for that one blue pony.

RAINBOW DASH, WAIT!


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