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[awatchfuleye]

You asked me if there was something wrong
And just like Margot said,
"Yes, but I'm not going to talk to you about it"
Was my response

You weild my truths like a battle axe
When I set the stage for our improv
A tragedy always ensues
Whenever I speak the first line

Following your lead is my survival mode
A stray down the path of independence
Is to be met by another hurdle
But no one ever said I was that fond of the easy road