Whatever your problem is...
I don't really care.
Go eat my food...
Then tell me it's fair.
Play your little guitar...
While I wait to cover it with tar...
Your logic amuses me...
How you can find so many ways to accuse me...
Run away from me like I'm ugly...
Then tell me I am.
I'll look in the mirror the next day...
And not believe I'm a man.
Oh, please take more,
I'm not already in pain.
Then say you love me,
and let me drown myself in shame.




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