There's this ball and chain tied to my leg. I know you can hardly notice it, but there it is. You may not see it, but I certainly feel it. It stops me from running. It keeps me walking in line. It makes me grumpy most of the time. Strangely enough, I don't know who put it there... so I trust no one. Anybody could be guilty, even you... or even me.
So there you are... how come you don't cut off my ball and chain? What are you doing, just sitting there while I struggle alone? I should probably stop talking to you... and you... and you. You are not helping me... oh yes, now I know... you are the one keeping me down. You have been lying all the time... I can't see your face... you must be lying through your teeth.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. You are not real. Even if you listen and respond... you are not real. I hate you. I blame you.
So there you are... how come you don't cut off my ball and chain? What are you doing, just sitting there while I struggle alone? I should probably stop talking to you... and you... and you. You are not helping me... oh yes, now I know... you are the one keeping me down. You have been lying all the time... I can't see your face... you must be lying through your teeth.
I love you. I hate you. I love you. You are not real. Even if you listen and respond... you are not real. I hate you. I blame you.
Is the wind calling for you? How hurt is your wing?
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