Curse

Is it a curse on me that keeps doing this
What is it about me that keeps doing this
All my friends die
I'm asking you why
I have to go through all this
Who sits up there laughing at me?
What is it with me
That makes me so deadly?
Dangerous to know
And not in the usual way
Just keep your distance, keep away
Don't answer me if ever I say
Are you my friend, do you want to be
More than just acquainted with me
Look away, shake your head
Or you will be dead.

The last two lines are a bit flat. This is 'by' Duenda.
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