You may think me a waste of time...for I don't know what you consider efficient.
Oh dear. At least I'll always clean up after myself.
I was a whore for your attention, even when I was dancing with you.
Oh dear. What's a man like me supposed to do?
Then I became a little fly on the wall...and you, a pane of glass.
Oh dear. For I saw through you and never looked back.
Ye spineless and grey.
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