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I don’t wanna rhyme these words Or strum these chords Then lead the chorus and the verse. And I don’t wanna make amends, Or save these friends Who left me when I needed them. I can just hear your voice, A siren on a hearse, Letting death ricochet off the ones who hurt most. I can’t just play along And right these wrongs Then plead with placation when the sparks gone. I can’t answer your calls, In the dark of my car, When I’m parked by your house with the lights all turned off. Feed my obsession. Fill me up till I’m miserable. Feed me.