I wasn't crying because of you, I was crying because my delusion of who I thought you were was shattered by the truth of who you really are.

The victories of mind,
Are won for all mankind,
But war wastes what it wins,
Ends worse than it begins,
And is a game of woes,
Which nations always lose:
Though tyrant tyrant ****,
The slayer liveth still.

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.