Split personality, I'm losing my mind. Don't want to hear your story, I'm busy with mine. Not a pretty picture like Gogh, It's an awful sight. I'll cut you off from my ears just to avoid a fight. Tunnel vision in a starry night. I don't care about squares or straights I only see circles like copyright in my line of sight. My frequency is two-toned like morse code, makes it hard to recite. I've been gone for too long It's time to phone home, I hope you copy right, Over.