I didn't answer because I wasn't there.
Maybe you didn't knock hard enough, maybe I just didn't care.
After three knocks you still don't have a clue.
That I just don't want to be with you.
I've worked hard your whole life.
Never skipped a beat even when you tried to kill me with your strife.
I pumped, I rejuvenated, I never changed.
Now that you're older you think I am the one who's strange.
No more overtime, no more games.
Now it's too late.
Flatline...................
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