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*a consideration for a song. Written last year.

Repetitive words remain in already spoken conversations
Our stubborn delusions stand in our way from the deliverance of truth
I beg for something to get rid of the prospects
Oh, make way for the impending finale to our story!

The end is accelerating.....

I still think this is all unconcievable
You remain inaccessable

You lay there so placidly
Your eyes still closed, but your face so serene
I'd be your advocate in any situation.
(Is it possible to be any more pathetic?)
If I had another's perspective
and happened to glance in the direction where I live yet not move
I'd be repulsed and I'd pity you

I will accomadate to your wants and needs
I'll whatever you please, whatever you please
Are you apalled?
Well aren't we all.