You are the seed from which all this bad fruit is grown
And I put the bright red tape all around your tree
To keep others from the misfortune you have given me
I dug a shallow grave and dreamed of burying you
But like a perennial you just keep coming back
The communication between us I failed to understand
As if you were speaking in tongues all along
You bring out a side of me that no one else should see
And from my point of view they must all think I am crazy
When I close my eyes I no longer know what is real
Just that I long to be rid of you, and you are still here
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