No time to chat for I've got demons to ignore
Still dead on the floor still the silence a constant bore
Leave me you persistent bastard whore
I cannot withstand your torn rapport
Ashes fallen to the floor and I am floored by your irresponsibility
But much more by your consistent unreliability
You are me but with hindsight
You are conversation with fat to chew
You are me and I am you.
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