So tell me, if I hypnotized you would you follow me as I ran away?
Could you catch me before I ran into the next day?
Or would you sit there and contemplate what you want from me?
But I hope along your journey you come to understand it's not up to you.
You might even discover sometimes you treat me like poo.
I have nothing left to do but tell you how I feel, this is my ammunition,
I fire at will.
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