She said to me in a conspiratorial tone
what it is like to be all alone
And this I know all too well
I share her life of living hell
The question is not why,
to answer this all I say
Is that my standards are set
Unbelievably High
She’s out there,
BUT SHE’S NOWHERE
Maybe it’s all in my mind.
That I’m one of a kind
But for some reason I can’t help but believe that
There’s something special inside this flabby
CONTAINER.
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