My final word is: LIES
Lies on the couch, and she lies to her self
I don't need therapy, I don't need help
She blocks out her friends and forgets to believe
And I wish I could tell her the words that she needs
Shane's final word is: NEEDS
I guess this marks the end of our battle, so thanks for reading. It was an interesting experience, having to sit for a few moments each day and just make a poem off the top of my head. I think I learned a little bit about myself, which is very corny.
I don't know, I guess we both win! But Shane still has one poem to go.