I me myself
I, me, myself and I alone,
were the only lyrics he knew,
cold, calculating, heart of stone,
no wonder our friendship fell through.
Why on earth would we trauma bond,
with he whose foot is on the brake?
Of such persons we are not fond,
since our happiness is at stake.
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