this morning we talked about you
with nothing to say
how can you speak?
i heard you last night,
talking through your sleep.
its the money, its the fame,
i blame you for what you do.
you think you know something,
you know nothing and in the end
you'll have nothing to speak of,
because you had nothing to give.
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