It’s nursing my wretched dependence
A planted seed of paranoia
I’m weak and I need to breathe
Chaos begins to smother me
Where were you?
Take these wringing hands
And put them around my neck
Solitude's my company
Not your abhorrence
Where were you?
Your back is turned to me
Mute, yet your lips still move in sync
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