I'd like to focus on your sense of why you like to dream about me, smelled the scent that I had left, though you resent the schemes that doubts me, cross your brothers train of thought, guess you were caught up in my frame, but don't you recognize, you must accept this rep, respect disdains, all the pain you pertained if you really sort of like me, precisely, you entice me, but this ice tween us ain't spicy, it's like we know it bites, but it ain't right for us to mend, the way for this to go is if you hope you can PRETEND.