Ode to the enemy

So now you’ve won, hip hip hooray!
Throw a party, celebrate!
He’s lost his friends, the ones that cared
The ones who loved him enough to dare
To try and help - but now we’re gone
So get high, die, and have some fun!
And when he’s broken, once again
See the return of his friends
See, no jealousy, or hate…
But for now we’re gone. Celebrate.