You want what's best;
What's best for you.
But it's my fault;
I bought your lies!
When did you build
a lecture hall?
I thought that room
was my bedroom?
The world owes you
and you're in debt;
But I'm your bank
when you need change!
When did you build
a lecture hall?
I thought that room
was my bedroom?
You're a hand tool
for destruction!
Your therapy
has made me sick!
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