my anger goes to the step further of the suffering than the one before I'd like the option, you know? even if I'd still be in the midst of it all So, what about the other lingering side? the one that sits in the corner by the telephone I won't approach it still what if I'd be-- forget that I think I'd see the withdrawal seep into me but a time I've reached where it's a challenge to me then again by me the joke is even if the other option which I don't even know what kind of option of who I am pertaining to both ends sits in the corner shall it challenge me once more I shall challenge it again & again & again & that is where my heart the condolences it sends