I bend every way until I break,
and I know you don't want to listen to what I have to say.
Because "hey", I might, for once be right.
It's never over until the end.
I have started something that will solder itself to your brain,
and rust forever.
In patience there is that one thing.
Until I find it I can never let go.
You repeat the "what ifs" and the "we should ofs"
What the hell are you talking about anyways?
It's all about you or nothing.
Everything is me
so you're screwed.
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