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Sep 2011
Who the **** am I?
Why am I living a lie?
Who else can I run to and trust
While the intentions unjust?

Who the **** are you?
Are you just another person I can sue?
Why are you speaking to me
When all I want from you is money?

Who the **** are they?
They'll put me in a loonie bin...
Who else can I trust and turn to
When everyone is stabbing me with pins
Simon Fletcher
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