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So, here we are again in this tired old space

Where we question just what will we do

Point our fingers and you throw conniptions

But now I'm not lost for umbrage with you

Take heed, anger beckons with the sweetest of voices

It stirs that inside which should never be released

but you, you do nothing to prevent it's eruption

No you are just another who will not be pleased

Lying through your teeth, you seek not to better yourself

And somehow that's not your fault too

Limitations exist with my patience

You're proving yourself as an unworthy shrew

Untruths, small untruths, the ignition of your tears

But truth you fail consistently to recognise

I suffer the echoes of your elapsed time

And still expectations are set and then rise

Death will come swiftly on the wings of my torment

And thanking the heavens for it's end I will cry