| Everyday you walk in And you take over my mind. Now I have no control over What I think and speak. Then I try to be myself And any hopes of me doing so Are stopped. So I sit there and concentrate. You can't let me, and you don't. So what do I do? I suicide you. Step down, dear friend. This is the end Of what was once the beginning. What do I do if I can't handle you Other than to sit down and think I have to suicide you. Subliminal, Incensed, Scheming, And finished. |
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