I have a nameless friend, he follows me around
He laughs when I'm laughing, he frowns whenever I frown
But when I call him No Name, he says "that isn't me"
So he goes around without a name, as happy as can be.
Sometimes he's quite annoying
It's his job to drive me insane
And I've tried to send him away quite often,
but he stays with me just the same.
You'll never see his step falter
And he never trips and falls
But when I fall he helps me up
He helps me through it all.
He has no fears or worries
But he has a conscience still
In fact you could say he is mine
(My conscience, if you will).
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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