This is more or less based off of the MLP FiM Episode 'Party of One', except in this scenario Pinkie writes a letter and leaves Ponyville.

Hear the original instrumental here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcaMMJWybpM&feature=player_detailpage

The picture came from my Deviant art, here: http://mrguywithhair.deviantart.com/

[Lyrics]
All of my friends think that they know the real me,
Such a surprise when they see me break down so suddenly,
Keep it inside, pride won't let you stop smiling,
Hold up the mask while deep down you really feel like crying,

But you gotta live up to those expectations,
Can't stand the thought of condescending overbearing conversations,
Spent so long making an image, why give up now,
You make a vow, that you're gonna keep it up somehow,

Take care to ask about the things in their life,
Hoping they see through the act and somehow sense your strife,
Surely there's someone out there, who feels my despair,
Who's willing to tell me that they care and wants me to share,

I just wanna talk to you and to tell you how I am,
Not be the one who makes all of these jokes on command,
I want to ignore it, move on, but it seems like I can't,
I'm stuck in this state like it's god damned quick sand,

I want to go back to the days of chocolate rain,
When I could express this pain without feeling these pangs of shame,
An outward harmony, but there's chaos within,
Blatantly keep it bottled up and it leaves me paper thin,

Can't blurt it out, there never seems to be a time,
Just keep on moving, be clever and act like your fine,
Can't help but wonder about these so-called friends of mine,
Are they even trying if they can't read the signs,

If everyone's your friend, who is it you can really trust,
Throw a party each day's end because I feel like I must,
Maybe I'm a hypocrite for wanting to you smile,
But then again seeing it might lift my spirits for a while,

It's like I'm surrounded by darkness, all alone with my fear,
No, I gotta harden up, wipe away that tear,
I'm just seeking attention, want it all for myself,
Ignore it, pack it up, and put it back on the shelf,

It's rotten this sickness, as it's eating me inside,
Crawls into my head as I lie in bed I run and go hide,
I want to make it go away, God knows how I've tried,
Too ghastly for a diary,safe from prying eyes,

As I write this letter,and leave it here on the desk,
My heart feels lighter, there's a weight off of my chest,
But there's still the single fact that my time here is through,
So consider these words as goodbye from me to you,