The neighbors are arguing again,
now laughing with out end,
don't want to hear,
that kind of psychotic skimmer,
the melodrama with out an end,
she loves him,
then she berates him,
that ash under their skins,
wounds that cut so deep,
never seem to heal,
but they stay together,
what is there deal,
close the window,
and listen to my music,
now.
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