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I can’t think of anything but
How much I do truly hate thee,
You stole from me
Took love from me…
Really, you’ve left me rather abandoned.

And by the decadent tree
You said, and I quoteth thee
“Oh I am so sorry,
I hope I’ve caused no animosity,”
And I lied and said you hadn’t
But you did…
And it will not let me sleep.

And now I sit alone
In the solace of a broken home—
That can’t REALLY be broken
Because it was never fixed
In the first place—and I cry
And scratch at the walls.

And I hope my words have left thee
With the idea that you would need be
Ready to defend yourself,
To stand and deliver,
For soon cometh a time
When, without trying,
I’ve stolen back thine object
That was once mine.

And maybe you’ll share my adoration
But I won’t like it
And maybe what I wish to be mine will be taken
But I won’t stand for it

And when you sorrows
Wrap you up in the ill received news
I’ll but mock thee
And hold for thee thy noose.
A careless tongue
Is such a fruitless thing—
And yours is the most fruitless…

And I implore thee leave me
With the object which I adore,
And don’t let the door
Break your face, or the floor
Your leg… Oh, never mind, never mind,
I do hope it does.

And maybe now you’ll understand
Why I don’t hate all humans,
And why they, I will defend
Because I’ve seen the evil
Of your heart
And I know how trite and false you are…

Won’t you let me love…
Please let me love,
Oh let me, let me, let me
LOVE, the object of my
AFFECTION!

Description
I can’t think of anything but
How much I do truly hate thee,
You stole from me
Took love from me…
Really, you’ve left me rather abandoned.

And by the decadent tree
You said, and I quoteth thee
“Oh I am so sorry,
I hope I’ve caused no animosity,”
And I lied and said you hadn’t
But you did…
And it will not let me sleep.

And now I sit alone
In the solace of a broken home—
That can’t REALLY be broken
Because it was never fixed
In the first place—and I cry
And scratch at the walls.

And I hope my words have left thee
With the idea that you would need be
Ready to defend yourself,
To stand and deliver,
For soon cometh a time
When, without trying,
I’ve stolen back thine object
That was once mine.

And maybe you’ll share my adoration
But I won’t like it
And maybe what I wish to be mine will be taken
But I won’t stand for it

And when you sorrows
Wrap you up in the ill received news
I’ll but mock thee
And hold for thee thy noose.
A careless tongue
Is such a fruitless thing—
And yours is the most fruitless…

And I implore thee leave me
With the object which I adore,
And don’t let the door
Break your face, or the floor
Your leg… Oh, never mind, never mind,
I do hope it does.

And maybe now you’ll understand
Why I don’t hate all humans,
And why they, I will defend
Because I’ve seen the evil
Of your heart
And I know how trite and false you are…

Won’t you let me love…
Please let me love,
Oh let me, let me, let me
LOVE, the object of my
AFFECTION!