He writes useless lies,
She types useless truths,
I would never listen to either
Would rather sit silent,
In this grave of graves,
And allow them to waste their time
She pretends she can change my mind
And he acts like he could ever
Take any of it back
Can these fools believe so much
In their own foolishness?
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