I believe you haven't been expecting me...
that you'd like me to turn around and... fade away...
That everything I say is dreary, trite tweaker-talk...
of no value and no use... hardly even worth the air inhaled...
I'm a loser, as you say...
a mad little man with a mad little plan...
as always, a plan that will be left unfinished and dusty...
I believe you think I'm hateful, too... dry and uneaven...
a lost clue to an unsolvable puzzle...
that I lie and lie and lie so much so I don't know truth anymore...
I believe you hate me and have a clear reason for doing so...
or you just don't give a damn... of no value, good or bad...
I believe you'd like me better dead and buried...
or just far far away... far away from you
I know the feeling...
I do, too
to you...
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