| So Much For Pathos |
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| When you roll like ice turning to water |
| It reminds me to take off my clothes again |
| But I don’t shake and I don’t freeze |
| And I am not gonna crawl for you |
| When you scream like a child boiling in water |
| I seem to remember that sometimes there’s no end |
| Back when I was a poet I wrote about your spleen |
| I knew you were a glass, still I threw you into the air |
| But I don’t cry and I don’t smile |
| And I am not gonna crawl for you |
| Now |
