"I don't know.
I'm sorry things went the way they did and I hope you're happy."
Well that's just crappy.
I know how this story goes.
Its the theory of woes.
The prelude to foes.
A replacement of so?
After all I have deja vu.
What would you do?
Also I've seen it before.
I can't do voodoo.
Like turn back time.
I can only spit out a rhyme.
or else I cease to exist.
and at a flick of a wrist I'm sexist if that's what I did.
After all that's the reason we fib.
We don't create our reality.
We just live it.
We can't escape our proportional attention.
I did divine intervention and that was five minutes of sublime referendum but I'm back to my stinking smelly self.
A welt on my chin.
A cut in my fin.
I'm nemo.
Can you find me.
That's all it took to remind me.
I'm leaving today.
Or that's what I'll say.
But I'll never stay.
Goodbye.
