I had a teddy bear named Mr. Bear
I loved him so
He saw me through spills and yell
Hits and bruises he was my best pal
But when I was eleven he started to piss me off
He kept looking at me mocking my pain
Stupid bear had to go
First I put him under my bed
The he was stuffed in my closet
But nothing seemed to work
He was still there reminding me
Of a pain I couldn't escape
Freakin bear had to die
First I cut off his ears and nose
Then I ripped him to pieces bit by bit
I threw Mr. Bear away
Never to be seen again
Now years later I want him back
He could reminded me of the pain and abuse
I had endured and served
I wish I had just one last chances to
Hug my bear and thank him
For all the pain he help me through
And being my pal true
