Well, well, look who it is
It’s my old friend
Where have you been?
It’s been so damn long
I’ll cut you up
Into tiny, tiny pieces
They’d be decorative items on my walls
What’s the matter? Is something wrong?
Why do you stare?
I’ll gouge your eyes out
They don’t really help you see anyway
You don’t need them my friend
Maybe I need help
Maybe you should stay away
But maybe the prospect is so enticing
Maybe I’m what they call crazy
Maybe you’ll live
Maybe you won’t
Maybe I’ll live
Maybe I won’t…..
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